Curt listened attentiavely as he drove them toward the restaurant. He was more interested in her accent than what she was actually saying. There was a lilt to it that he enjoyed. Brother blah blah blah, parents blah school blah blah visit. At that word he gave her a grin and a nod, while keeping his eyes on the road. At the second question, he chanced a look at her and then back at the road, not answering just yet.
Finally, a steady stare met her at a stoplight. "I can guarantee that you've never eaten in a field, under the stars, in the back of my truck on a pillow soft as a cloud under you." He saw the sign for Cafe Algiers and started toward it.