This was the lady that had won her fight at fight night? Damn, she even smelled expensive. Not that expensive smelled back, mind you.
"Yeah sure," Daryl began, side-eyeing a bench just a few yards away. It wasn't the cleanest, she'd probably not like her outfit being ruined or whatever.. Alas no outside bench for her.
The original idea sounded like the best, and he walked over the short distance to the Creamery shop, holding the door for her wordlessly.