"Anything for you, doll," Deadpool says, giving her the daisies and offering her his arm. He had decided on a little pasta place -- decent, but nothing fancy-schmancy -- and they flagged down a cab. Not Deadpool's normal method of transportation, but if he was going to date a regular human girl, he might have to get used to it. He wasn't happy about trying to fit all six-foot-two of his limbs into the back seat of a cab, but they managed to fit in without any inappropriate groping.
"So you've really never heard of me, huh? The infamous Deadpool?" He fished for information, partly to find out if she already knew anything about the man beneath the mask beneath the hologram, but mostly because he was his own favorite topic.