As Bonnie took his arm, something inside Clyde told him this was right.<span style="color: #B7410E">"Just so you're not going out to eat with a stranger - Clyde April, by the way."</span>He tipped his hat to her with his other hand as he mentioned his name nonchalantly. He laughed as she mentioned his height.<span style="color: #B7410E">"I'm only 6'3". I don't think I've ever really been considered freakishly tall before. You should see my brother Buck. He's 6'9" so he towers over everyone. <span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="text-decoration: underline">He's</span></span> the freak. Not me."</span>He laughed.<span style="color: #B7410E">"He was the one with me at the bank."</span><br/><br/>Then the girl said something he wasn't expecting.<span style="color: #E3A857">"I'm all yours for the mornin'".</span>Those words suddenly brought up images in his mind about having something sweet for breakfast - namely, her. Various thoughts of what to do with such things involving syrup and honey ran through his mind - none of it involving food and all of them involving Bonnie very sticky in some way and wearing much less than what she had been when she answered the door. He pushed those thoughts aside... for now.<br/><br/>He smiled as he led her out to his car.<span style="color: #B7410E">"Well, Clarence was partly it. Truth was though it was more of an excuse to see you again."</span>He led her to the passenger side and opened the door for her. He would've taken whatever mode of transportation she wanted, but she didn't seem to be scared of him. That was a good thing. So there was no reason not to take his car.<br/><br/>As he climbed into the driver's seat he started the car up.<span style="color: #B7410E">"Anywhere, huh? I know the perfect place."</span>With that he started heading off in the direction he had come - right back towards his home. The girl could use a good home cooked breakfast and nobody cooked as well as his own mother.