Oh. Gabriel already told his mom about him? He dropped his chin slightly, smiling at the knowledge. Not only did Gabriel tell his mom about Dal, but she already liked what she’d heard? He felt his cheeks warm and he grinned when he finally looked across the table.

Dal picked his fork back up and took a few more small bites before asking, “Can I walk there?” To his mom’s restaurant, he meant. He didn’t have any desire to learn to drive.