Renesmee was about to give up and go to bed, when the phone pinged beside her.
Picking it up, she found a reply from some man named Dean Winchester, offering to take her out. Judging by his avatar, he had to be at least 40 years old. A little over double her own age. But there wasn't exactly an abundance of kids her own age here, so it's not like she had much of a choice.
With a shrug, she replied "Okay sure. I'm at sends address. Meet me here in...an hour and a half. That'll give me time to get ready.".