Rocco couldn't believe his luck. He was a good looking guy, sure, but rarely did he meet a girl that was so indirectly forward with her flirting. Not that he was subtle by any means, but there was an aspect of fun in this one that he enjoyed.
He took the paper from the girl, eyes glancing down at it. "Well, Lydia," he said with a grin. "It's nice to meet you even if it's under these circumstances." He scribbled (legibly) his info on the paper. His full name (Richard Rinaldi) and handed it to her. "Everyone calls me Rocco, or Rocket," he said to her. "But as cute as you are you can call me whatever you want."
Rocco chuckled, and nodded. "I'd like to work something out," he said. "Maybe I can take you out. Coffee. Food. A movie."