"I didn't actually bring anything," he said, restarting the engine, and putting the car back in gear, backing out and trning around to head back to their home.<br/><br/>"I didn't really have all that much, and I figured I'd just go shopping tomorrow anyway, I've got a blanket and stuff to sleep on behind the seat," he said, laughing quietly at his own foolishness. He knew he'd have packed if it weren't for the fact that everything he owned irked him in some way, except his car, and the clothes he was wearing.<br/><br/>"So, Abby," he said, "when I ask turn of the car in about a minute, and ask if I can kiss you, despite the fact that I haven't known you for an hour, what are you going to say?" he asked.<br/><br/>He wondered what she make of his question. He'd asked to kiss girls before, but never so soon, he imagined that the question about the question would at least make the moment unique, besides, he felt as though, having seen much more of Abby than he had any right to by some standards, having just met her, that something needed to be done. He knew his solution wasn't exactly traditional, but he was in Malibu, and traditional was about the only thing he didn't want to be.