Putting the car in drive, Diego took one more look over at Kat as she crossed her long legs before concentrating on getting them out into the road.  Smiling, Diego was glad to hear her joking and to see her smile at his honest assessment of how she looked, especially as she had not looked very happy as she had walked with purpose out of her building.  Flushing a little at her return compliment, Diego perhaps missed the point Kat was trying to make, even if it was coated in a joking manner.  “Oh, well, it wasn’t too long a wait was it?”  He replied.  “I’ll do better next time.  I was thinking you’d be fashionable late, or are we fashionably late now?  Either way I will make sure to be more prompt next time, Miss Vandenburg.”  Diego said, the last sentence a decent imitation of an eager-to-please servant.<br/><br/>On the streets proper, Diego kept his attention on the road, not letting himself get distracted by Kat’s pretty dress and how high it rose or by the growing butterflies in his stomach as they grew closer and closer to his first gala.  “I was wondering, you mentioned that sometimes there are auctions at these things as people try and show how generous they are to charities or whatever.  Do you ever bid?” He asked, risking a quick glance over.  “Actually, that reminds me of another question.  I assume you are from around here, so do your parents go to these things?” Diego questioned with another look over.  Avoiding rich people's questions was high on his agenda, and even higher if there were going to be questions from<i>parents</i>about his supposedly dating their daughter.<br/><br/>Reaching the hotel, it seemed they were right on time as they pulled into the line of cars all dropping off their rich guests one by one at the carpet lined with photographers.