"So, do you want to go grab a bite to eat and talk?" He asked, hooking a thumb over his shoulder.
"Yeah, I'd love that." Amy smiled. The tall blonde man was nice - and still very attractive. Nothing had changed in the last few seconds.
"All right, wherever you want. What car are we taking?" He questioned, raising a brow in the process. Amy instantly thought that he looked like The Rock - a fellow wrestler.
"If you don't feel like driving, we can take my car," he said, pointing towards a convertible. Amy knew that she would be no good to drive since she couldn't focus on anything except this man.
"Yeah, that sounds nice." They both briskly walked to the convertible and got in, Adam opening the passenger side door for her. As the engine started, Submersed 'Better Think Again' began to blare through the car's stereo.
"What a gentleman," Amy admired, smiling brightly.
"A lovely lady ought to be treated like one, right?"
"Thank you, Adam." Maybe she liked being able to call him his name, so what? She was already closer to him than she was with most people she just met, after all.
"My pleasure, Amy. Now let's paint the town red."