Woodstock (by LadyLexxx)

"The concert in nature sounds lovely." You answer, "Thank you, for being so creative."

Chris seems to be an outdoor type of guy and you hope that going into his natural environment will give you a better understanding of the man behind the lovely eyes. Besides, even though your clothes scream Manhattan-Posh, you fondly remember the mountains and forests surrounding your grandparent's house upstate and the lovely rich earthly smells of how the sun reflected off the leaves as it set in the evening sky.

"Perfect. Then let's get going, I don't want to miss the opening act. The band is called 'Mountain Lion.'" Chris says with a laugh, after seeing your eyebrow raise. "Yeah, I know, its a horrible name, but their music ain't half bad and the lead singer is a friend of mine, a park ranger."

Grabbing your jacket by the door you look down at your high heels and briefly debate about putting on your sneakers. Though the concert is in the woods you decide that for tonight fashion will win over function. Glancing up you can't help but take in an eyeful of Chris' lovely rear end as he heads out into the hallway. Stifling a chuckle, you notice that he seems to be strutting a bit, knowing that you are looking, just like you did a few moments before.

Heading out to your apartment complex's guest parking spaces Chris walks over to his vehicle and gives you a look over his shoulder. With a grin and a motion presenting his ride Vanna White style, he opens the door. You catch your breathe, for your interest in him ticks up a notch, not to mention adding on a few "cool points." For any man that drives something like this, is someone worth getting to know and must have some interesting life stories.

"This is yours?" You ask.