You're taking Hana

“Nice ride,” you say, as Hana pulls up to the side of the road.

She drives an Audi A3, finished in a striking blue that’s as mischievous as it is alluring. Your date flashes you a dazzling smile as she rolls down the window, gesturing for you to get in. You walk up to the side of her car and whistle softly.

Hana is looking hot tonight. She’s wearing a red satin mini dress that loops around her neck, leaving a delicious amount of cleavage uncovered. Her make-up is done up immaculately, and you catch yourself staring at her long dark lashes and the slightest curl in her hair.

“Like what you’re looking at?” she smirks. “With me in the picture, you’re playing a whole new ball game.”

“I’ve seen better,” you say noncommittally. “I’ve also seen worse.”

“Now I see where Gina gets it from,” she smiles. “Do they make you all this savage?”

You reply by taking her hand and giving it a kiss.

“Chivalrous is the word that you’re looking for, my fair lady. The name is Knight, after all,” you say.

Hana laughs, her eyes sparkling in amusement. Then, she gives you a look over, as if appraising you. She nods slightly, liking what she sees, though you’re wearing little more than a dress shirt and slacks. Sometimes, simple is best.

“Play too nice and you’re going to have trouble keeping up,” she warns. “I’m letting you know right off the bat that this isn’t going to be some kind of fairytale date.”

“Don’t you worry about that,” you laugh. “They don’t write Disney movies about handsy teenagers in the back of a car.”

Hana raises her eyebrow.

“Feeling daring, are you?” she says. “Get in before I change my mind. The movie’s about to start.”