Stephen
"Finally ask you out..? Sounds like you've been waiting a while, huh?"

The elf asked, feeling a little bad he didn't pick up on her feelings sooner. He's usually really aware of other people, being really empathetic, then again whenever him and Gemi were together. It was them moaning their hearts out as one, so it made sense to him why he didn't know- 

"..But yeah, I'm pretty bad with that."

Following up with, leaning into the nose boop. Her arms draped over his shoulders, while one hand wrapped around her lower back. Cupping the other side of Gemi's hips with very gentle hands. Staring down into her eyes boldly, he felt the same way. Oh how he wished he'd just kiss her forever, and stay frozen in that moment. It didn't sound so awful, the elf was cursed to live forever as it stood. Why not line eternity happily? Though, following her eye to the cafe's front. He figured why she didn't kiss him, and thought better until they'd get into the car. 

"I couldn't agree more Babes." 

Before she bounded off to the passenger side door, his lips pressed to her cheek. Leaving a very gentle kiss, and letting her go out of his arms, watching Gemi climb into the passenger side of his car. Walking to that very same side, he placed a hand on the roof, and leaned down. Smiling hard at her. 

"I drive.. In my own style. You'll see. So buckle up, okay?"

Grinning hard, he gently closed the door. Hearing it shut with a "Thud", meant it was mocked. And turning on his heel, he walked around the back of the car. Excitement welled over, and he looked through the back window before-

"YES! Oh my god, yes." 

He exclaimed excitedly, pumping both fists halfway into the air. Giggling like a little child, continuing to walk to the driver side door. Relaxing, he popped it open, and seated himself inside. Letting one foot rest on the ground, he grabbed his key, and turned it. The car roared to life intensely, muffler popping with a very loud sound. 

"Good morning Darlin', hope you slept

Well. We got rubber to burn."

He said to the steering wheel, kissing two tips of his index and middle. Patting the tip of the steering wheel.
Patrick
*She had looked up just in time to see his celebratory fist pump into the air aa he made his way around the car, earning a giggle from the vixen as she looked around. She smiled bright as he got into the car and turned it on.*

"So is the fist pumping part of starting your car? Or is that just something you do?" 

*She teased as she felt the engine come to life, listening to him talk to his car as he got inside. Her teasing was something to calm herself a bit as it was her first date in quite a while. She would eye around the car again as she turned back to face him.*

"So how did you come across this lovely car? You seem to take such good care of it."

*Though she didn't know too much about cars, she figured he was a man of detail, at least when it came to that subject. She would listen with her ears perked when he would answer. Her mind also wandering to the possibilities of what they would do and where they would go after stopping for ice cream. She had a couple of ideas of her own, but for now, she would let him take the wheel.*
Stephen
"I.."

How was he gonna react to that! She saw? O'man that was so embarrassing, it was so bad, his cheeks turned a very sharp tint of pink, and he looked down at the steering wheel. Arty definitely did really wear his feelings on his sleeve, he couldn't help it. This vixen made him feel a thousand different things, and it was so difficult to keep up with. 

"Just.. Uh, y'know? *Celebration.*"

Speaking in a very soft tone, Arty was so badly embarrassed. Focusing on getting the car in gear, he let out a very sheepish huff. Reaching for the handle of the driver side door, he grabbed it. And gently slammed it shut. Before placing one hand on Gemi's thigh, his fingers scarily close to the inner part of her leg. 

*She was teasing him..* He knew that, didn't mean his face wasn't going to be lit up like a Christmas tree. 

The interior of the car was *Incredibly* Pretty. Across the dashboard, and driver side, was beautiful brown oak furniture. With small accents of a dark red- almost crimson, metal finish accentuating the deeper brown. Making it *P O P*, standing out more, and apart from that, the rest of the interior has the rest of that same design.

"My old man."

He said with certainty, smiling with pride.

"We found it on a field, beat up, and wrecked. He hauled it back with his truck, and said '*Arty~boya, if you get this beaut workin' by freshman year. I'll pay it off, and let you keep her.* Heh, I was like, nine- at the time too.."