Arus looks at her. Flushing in embarressment. Turning the motorcycle around and took her to her place. "Sorry. Just got really excited. I haven't been on a date in what feels like forever. Never had a date as beautiful as you before." He says. Driving up into her long U shaped driveway. His eyes wide and filled with awe at her home. He stopped the bike. Looking around then back at her. He personally lived in a modest apartment. Actually it was not where you would expect to find him. He might have a lot of money but he was afraid to broadcast this fact. So he lived in a middle income neighborhood. The apartment was a small home that was beautiful but about the size of a few apartments put together...at its biggest. He blinked though as their home was beautiful. "Again. I am sorry I jumped the gun so to speak." He says. A soft, warm, and slightly goofy smile on his face.<br/><br/>He put the kickstand out and made his way up her steps. "Alright if you are sure." he says. Following her and jumped. He pressed into Talyiah. Biting his lower lip for a split second in momentary nervousness. He masked his nervousness a moment later. He shakes his head. The voices so similar yet so different. Lucy's had a slightly higher pitch. He would never comment upon it but Lucy's was much more high pitched. He held her hand gratefully. Smiling a bit. He was in okay clothing for going out to that resturaunt. They were used to slightly casually dressed people coming inside. He eagerly followed Talyiah up the stairs. He looked at the other girl who walked into the foyer. Nodding his head. He says nothing though. Just acknowledging that he and Talyiah were going out together.<br/><br/>He grinned happily. He was sure that was just a comment. He wouldn't mind helping her pick out something. He had a strangely good fashion sense. He had a grin on his face. Clearly barely containing his chuckles at the sound of annoyance. He looks at her gratefully. "So you did." He followed and didn't let go of her hand. "Can I really help you pick something out?" He asks softly. Looking around the room. He walked around as he looked around. Walking over to the poster. Pointing at the shaggy brown haired dude by a keyboard. "That is me. If you have ever seen the interviews on youtube and stuff...I am the one who rarely says anything and usually won't even look at the reporters." he says with a laugh. He walked over to the closet and saw a dress. Pulling it out and showing it to her. (see image) "What about this one?"<br/><br/><a class="postlink" href="http://i833.photobucket.com/albums/zz260/TimeKeys/women%20clothing/images.jpg">[ img ]</a>