Dean managed to find a parking spot for his car behind the coffee place - he still didn't trust parking his baby on the street where any crazy with a bike or a moped could ding her. He wondered if the hot chick really had green hair. He'd only ever hung out with one chick with green hair, and it'd been a fun time. He wondered if it was a quality that linked all green-haired women together.
By and large, he was cheerful about the prospect of the date; she seemed hot, she was a bit of a spitfire, and any time there was coffee involved, things were about 300% better.
Dean got out of his car and locked it, looking around for anyone he recognized.