Agree

Through several more text messages, Emma and Ian made arrangements to hang out. Ian had agreed to come pick her up. After a few texts explaining and warning Ian that she looked bad today, and was still hungover, Ian politely told her to shut up and that he was on his way.

Emma scurried to line her eyes and at least put some make-up on before Ian got there. They hadn't really made a plan for what they would be doing, just that they would hang out. Whatever they were doing, it would have to be in jeans, because there was no time to change.

Emma grabbed her purse and hoped that she looked decent enough. She headed outside to wait for Ian, trying to spare him the awkwardness of having to meet any family besides Jenny so early into their courting.

And then Emma was out of time to fret about her appearance. Ian pulled up and stopped the car. He got out and approached Emma as she made her way to the vehicle.

"Yeah, I knew it." Ian said.

"What?" Emma asked, stopping in her tracks and suddenly worried again.

"You're one of those girls that thinks she's not pretty or looks bad, even though they're hot as hell," Ian said, then explained more, "I'm saying you look great, like I knew you would. Hangover or not."

Emma decided to take the compliment and let Ian have this one. "Thank you," she said, but couldn't resist adding, "Most girls worry about their appearance. It's why there are so many billion-dollar-companies out there making money off of us." She held up a tube of lipstick from her purse to prove her point.

"And I thank them for it," Ian joked.

Emma rolled her eyes, then after Ian politely opened her door for her, entered the vehicle.

After Ian was back in the driver seat, Emma said, "Such a gentleman. Who knew?"

Ian started the car. "I may be the quintessential stoner, but beneath that I am a hopeless romantic."

Emma laughed, "So where are we headed, Romeo?"