The atmosphere at dinner tonight was somewhat strange.
After dinner, his mother, Sheila, and his little brother, Thompson, gave Dean a look that said 'you're on your own' and then quickly made their exit. They showed no intention of curling up in the living room as usual to watch television and pass the time.
This made Dean even more certain that what Sinclair had asked for his help with was going to be awkward.
Sure enough, what you fear is exactly what happens.
When only two people were left in the living room, Sinclair, this 'precocious' little girl, approached Dean with a hesitant air. She sheepishly said, "Big brother, could you do me a small favor?"
The usually fearless Dean gulped, feeling anxious. "Tell me what it is first!"
"It's simple. I want you to go on a date with a classmate's sister," Sinclair said, squinting her adorable eyes and smiling.
"Huh?"
Dean breathed a sigh of relief.
That's it?
But he still had to put on a show.
