Kat chuckled at Diego’s remark about chauffeuring one rich girl around being plenty for him to handle. She didn’t doubt it for a moment. She was in the middle of chewing so she couldn’t reply. However, Diego went on, which allowed her even more time to chew down her large and delicious bite. He asked if she was worried about the mingling part of their evening. Specifically when it came to him and how he would have to talk to people about who he was and what he did.<br/><br/>Honestly, the thought hadn’t really crossed her mind. She figured that she could just tell him to call himself a philanthropist and leave it at that. Whenever the upper class heard that word, they tended to nod in understanding, without really being interested enough to ask for more details. But, when he brought up her ex, she gulped down her bite a little too soon, causing her eyes to go wide. She set her burrito down for a moment to sip some water, allowing herself plenty of time to think about what he was getting at and what needed to be done about it.<br/><br/>“Chase…” She said his name before really thinking, sighing almost immediately afterward and wishing that she hadn’t. “Is not in the country, as far as I know. He was in a hurry to Europe so that he could bang a bunch of European women, the last time I saw him.” If Diego were to put two and two together, he’d realize that the last time they saw each other was when they broke up. Perhaps that wasn’t enough information for him to gather that the reason he dumped her was so that he could be free to romp through the foreign fields, so to speak.<br/><br/>“And as far as conversations go, I don’t think you’ll ever be alone. So, I can help you out of any conversations, really. Besides, most people only exchange pleasantries with me. Apparently any more conversation is a little too intimidating for them.” She shrugged a shoulder, acting as if she couldn't imagine why that may have been the case. “We’ll come up with an easy to remember line for you to tell people. You definitely shouldn’t go around saying you’re my Uber driver. You can just say that you’re my date and you’re a philanthropist. That should be more than enough.”<br/><br/>Kat took another bite as Diego went on about the money getting to the right place. She had to smirk a little, even through her very full mouth. “It would be nice if things were that simple,” she muttered after chewing up her bite. Diego finished up his burrito with a few more bites, all while she had asked about his nerves in regards to a first date, or a date with her, more specifically. He brushed it off largely by saying that anyone would have jitters on a first date. He then mentioned that being on a date with someone out of his league would amplify those nerves.<br/><br/>She perked a brow at that, smiling subtly. “So you think I am out of your league,” she mentioned. Perhaps that could work in her favor, she considered. Kat finished up her own burrito a few bites later, then washed it all down with some more water. “What else do we have to do to get you ready? Do you have any dress shoes?” She leaned to the side in her chair, making it obvious that she was looking at his scuffed gym shoes. “Hm, even if you do, it’s best to get you a new pair.” Kat stood up, gathering her purse and standing up from her seat.<br/><br/>“Let’s find a fancy footwear store,” she said, waiting for him to follow her to the nearest directory.