Adam was slightly nervous for a number of reasons: one. He didn't think the dates had gone all too well in New York because Ana had, somehow, seemed disappointed. Two. He got knots in his stomach every time she was in the picture because he was still unsure about this whole dating thing. And finally, three - driving. He was used to planes, soaring in the sky! Not on the roads where, ironically, there were more human errors and crashes on the ground than there were in the air.
As soon as Ana sent the text Adam responded, going to meet her. He was dressed as casually as possible, his hair curlier than usual due to his not drying his hair properly. Smiling at her he strolled up, trying to seem relaxed. "Good evening," he greeted her, taking in the sight. "You look lovely... but then again I'd be surprised if you looked anything but... ready to put your life in my hands?"