Nitro: Drives up to Emily's pad in a stunning red Ferrari. Gets out of the car. He is dressed in a black dinner jacket, with an exquisite white shirt and black bow tie, the ends of his shirt capped off with the Pi-symbol shaped cuffs which he hopes his date will pick up on. He rings Emily's doorbell. Ding dong. Emily opens the door. Big smile on her face.
Emily: Hi! Wow you look nice. Come on in. Just gotta put my shoes on. Was it hard to find my place? Hope my directions weren't too bad. I need GPS just to get to the grocery store.
Nitro: (Pleased at how stunning Emily looks, refrains from scanning her body up and down or commenting on her exquisite perfume. But he does scan her face not only because he can't help himself, but because it shows genuine interest. He has never been to her apt, which is filled with interesting African art and a grand piano near a french window overlooking a patio. He doesn't recognize any of the artists (I know, I know, I should have taken an art class) so he moves on to the books and notices the works of Joyce, Faulkner, Jared Diamond, the Joy of Sex (LMAO

), and a book on forensic science. He assumes the latter is for research for her show. Exotic flowers decorate her sizable dinning room table. Pictures of her family, mostly in black and white adorn her tables and piano. He turns around and sees an Ansel Adams on the wall. Excellent. This is plenty to start a conversation with.)
Nitro: I followed your instructions to the letter. I don't think there is a more efficient way here from there.
Emiliy (from the other room): Help yourself to beer in the fridge, or I left some wine in the decanter for you.
Nitro (notices how neat everything is but sees through a crack on a door that is to her office. It is a disaster. Sigh of relief)
Thanks. I have to control my drinking since I am the designated driver tonight. You on the other hand, can I pour you some wine?
Emily: (Comes out fully dressed now. She saw the car nitro drove up with, and making a joke and smiling) Oh, I can drive us if you get too drunk. (Big smile on her face.)
Nitro (Thinking:No one is driving my car, quickly rebuffs) It's a stick.
Emily: (smiling even harder, but this time with a confidence) All my cars are stick.
Nitro (tongue tied changes the conversation. Absolutely unconditionally she is not driving his car even if he is comatose)