Peter liked that. That Gamora chose practicality over fashion. Pockets were important. And in any case, she always looked hot. It wasn't like she was laid down with cargo pants or baggy clothes, anyway. She just had a style of her own. For as much as he wanted her to like the stuff here on Earth like the movies and more of the music, he didn't really want her to conform. Just be herself.
"Well," he said, wandering over to the control box and contemplating the buttons there. It looked like it took a key to start it up, and that probably stopped plenty of people, but not one of the galaxy's best thieves. He got it picked in no time and then hit the button to get the whole ferris wheel lit up.
It was very impressive, he thought. A perfect date idea. A little bad, a little good. "We're gonna have to hop in while it's moving," he admitted, but didn't seem all that bothered by the idea.