"You look delicious," he said to her when he picked her up from the mansion.
As do you, she wanted to say. "Thank you."
They rode to the restaurant in his silver BMW coupe. His music played loudly, permeating the silence of the night. He had a penchant for classical ballads. He drove at high-speeds, recklessly, without regard for his own life or hers. He was uninhibited. She knew that feeling once before she became an X-Man. Now, she was the controlled, matronly co-leader of the X-Men.
His fingers brushed against her knee when he shifted gears. Long, soft fingers stroked her skin, and she laughed. She stopped abruptly. Her own laughter was such an unfamiliar sound to her. When was the last time she had laughed? She laughed louder, laughed until her stomach ached. He laughed with her. Though, she didn't think he knew why he was laughing. Apparently, it didn't matter.
He pulled in the front of the restaurant. The valet opened her door. Shinobi joined her side, offering her his arm. She brushed her hair back over her shoulders. Over her shoulders?
"My hair!" She said before they entered the restaurant. She hadn't been thinking on the ride to the restaurant. She had only been concerned with enjoying.
He ran his fingers through her loose hair. "I like it better that way."