"Thank you." The whistle earned a grin from Cathy as she climbed into the truck, mindful of the dress she was wearing--her newest (and only recent) purchase. She was not a fashionista by any means, but it didn't take a woman with a lot of savvy to grow tired of her trademark little black dress, having invoked use of it almost daily for the sake of auditions. No, this time she had chosen something a little more bold in color: a deep red that had done well for blondes even well before her time. The sales associate had to work to talk her away from the racks of turquoises, a fact for which she was grateful.
"You clean up well, yourself," she shot back, and while it was the truth, it was obviously a teasing statement. She saw him dressed in a suit often enough, though the look did serve him well.
Her attention went quickly to his choice of vehicle, a hand reaching over to pat the top of the dashboard fondly. "This is my first time in The Truck," she observed with a laugh. "She's a beauty."
Soon enough, they had reached their destination, his arm welcome around her waist, and then they were headed inside. She allowed Lindsey to lead the way as they passed through the doors, keeping her eyes open for anyone who looked as if they were waiting for two additions to their party.