He reads her text as he gets ready to enter into his car.  Ready to plow through the traffic and see his girl.  He knows she hasn't got a clue and he loves it.  He makes sure he is decent, so he splashes some water in his hair and on his face from a nearby fountain.  He then grabs his Old Spice to smell good and drives his fingers through his hair with some gel for a quick fixer upper.  He smiles gleefully and texts back to her, "Good night."  He moves into his car and brushes his teeth again; speeding off into the night.<br/><br/>His heart beating with excitement.  He can't wait to see her face.  He plays on his stereo first it comes up "She's got Skillz" by All for One and he looks at the machine like it lost its mind.  Then he gets "When the Sun Goes Down" by Uncle Kraker and Kenny Chesney; he has to shake his head at that one.  He tries one last time and it doesn't take more than a millisecond of some boy band that he turns of the radio.  No music, he thinks.  I'll create a choir of angels when I see my own angel.