“I want to try something.”
Emma cocked her head to one side, narrowing her green eyes. Auburn hair cascaded over her shoulder when she did. She often paused to think before speaking. It was a little thing, but I found it incredibly attractive.
I turned the key and my little red Honda coughed to life.
“It’s only our second date. What, exactly, would you like to try?”
I chuckled with my best evil villain laugh and pulled away from the curb.
“I want to have an honesty date.”
“An honesty date. It’s where we are completely honest the whole night. If you want a steak, don’t order a salad. If you do something that is a pet peeve of mine, I can tell you right then. No games. No trying to be perfect people so the other thinks we are something we are not.”