Emma was painfully used to a David that had to be pushed into fun. In her eyes, he was the adorable guy that worked and worried far too much. He definitely wasn't capable of fun... without prodding, anyway.
"Oh... well... there's this frat party with a bunch of football players and cheerleaders if you're interested I suppose we could stop in."
She pointedly stared at him as they walked. He could fly? Was she just supposed to over this in a matter of seconds?
Realizing she was being really rude, she shook her head slightly. "You can... go as my date and make all the boneheaded football players seriously jealous."
He could FLY... is that how they were going to get back to New York?