Growing up, Emmy had always been a planner. She had been the one to add an event to her calendar weeks in advance. And as the days grew closer, she would begin to plan what she would wear, how her hair would look, how she would get there, and anything else that might need to be planned out ahead of time. She was definitely not used to doing anything spur of the moment, so when he practically starts off their date without any sort of thought or planning put into it, she is skeptical. It has her anxiety up a little bit, but she tries not to show it. She tries to act cool and collected, like she did spontaneous things all the time. "I promise you, life isn't that short." However, he seemed pretty intent to continue on, so she shrugged and tried to keep up.
She takes his hand as she scoots out of the booth, a little scared about what might happen. She had always been careful and cautious. What she was about to do was like playing with lighter fluid around an open flame. It was bound to get her burned, but there was something oddly exciting about it.
She follows him to the door, raising an eyebrow as he opened the door for her. Manners. She would have never thought he had any. He certainly hadn't shown any manners up until this very point.
As they exit the little café, she mentions that she is wearing flip flops. Without missing a beat, he takes off his own shoes and she looks down at them almost horrified. "I guess I'll risk the skin on my feet - I don't know where your feet have been." For someone who was homeless, she sure was a stickler for cleanliness. She follows him around the corner down an alley. Something told her not to go down an ally with a stranger, but she went anyway. When she saw his motorcycle there, her eyes grew wide. "Is that even safe?" She had expected a traditional bike with pedals...not a motorbike. She takes the helmet and eases it over her head before she takes a death breath. "Now what?" It was now or never she supposed.