He smirked when he got the message back. Women and their need to look perfect. He observed his own wardrobe, maybe it wasn't the best choice to go out but for some reason, he didn't really care. What you see is always what you get with him, there was no reason to try to present a false pretense.
"Don't over exert yourself on that getting ready TOO much. Not worth the fuss, babe, trust me." He slipped the phone back into his pocket with a shrug. He definitely had some time to kill. He spent it mostly chilling out himself, watching the start of a scary movie that sounded like it MIGHT be interesting. He was just about to switch it to another one when he checked the clock, he figured he'd give himself a half hour to give himself time to find the address she had sent until he gave it another look, "Emerald Lane?" He questioned aloud to himself, "I'm on Emerald Lane. I'll be damned." He muttered to himself with a smirk, figuring if he arrived too early, he'd seem too eager.
He found himself in front of her house only a few moments later, realizing in that moment he wasn't sure where they were going to go, "son of a bitch," he cursed himself in a low whisper but still rang the doorbell anyway. It was definitely going to be an interesting night, hopefully one they can figure out how to navigate together.