Verity was late. This by itself wasn't really a surprise, but she was very, very late. Later than she'd ever been actually. He was starting to worry (had he said something wrong?), when he heard her voice. It was tentative and question, and he wondered if maybe he really didn't know anything about style at all.
"Hey beautiful," he said, grinning as he turned to see her. It wasn't a lie - she looked good. "Did you get lost?" he joked, raising a brow at her and running a hand through his curly red hair.
"So, did you decide where you want to go? Or am I going to have to wing this? Remember, we're celebrating, so let's go all out."