He blushed, shivering a little, but took a deep breath and reigned it in, using the mantras his therapist had given him. He smiled for her, eyes warm. "Thanks. I was hoping the same. I, ah, I've been a little nervous." He was in a unique situation, in that, well, he was trying to be completely honest, all the time. He needed to be, as lying meant anxiety.
He handed the rose over and followed her. "Cool! My ride is a little cramped in the head room, but had great leg space. I hope it's okay."
It was a Delorean, with multi-colored panels from his slow-bought repair of it after finding it grimed, rusted and half totaled in the worst section of a pick and pull junk yard. "I'm ready to go, too."