"Nope," Deanna replied.
"I've written some," Howie said.
"Have you written poetry?" Deanna asked.
"A few poems," Howie replied.
"Any about me?" Deanna asked coyly.
"Maybe," Howie blushed.
"Think up a poem for me now," Deanna said, munching on her BigMac.
"Alright," Howie sighed.
"Roses are red,
Your nose is red too,
If you need to sneeze,
Just go 'ACHOO!'"
"That was mean!" Deanna exclaimed.
"You put me on the spot," Howie replied. "Would you dye your hair green?"
"No way!" Deanna exclaimed. "Would ever dye Nick's hair green?"
"Get me some dye and I'll do it right now," Howie answered. "Would you stick a french fry up your nose and eat it?"
Deanna grabbed a fry, stuck it in her nose, threw it in her mouth, and chomped on it.
"That was gross," Howie said.
"I know," Deanna said, laughing. "Would you sing to me in public?"
Howie got down on one knee and began to sing "My Heart Stays With You" to Deanna.
Applause rang through the McDonalds when he finished. The band scurried from the restaurant. Howie said to Deanna," Maybe we shouldn't eat together any more."