"You can call me David." He mumbled, shoving his bag over his shoulder. When he saw how happy his words made her, he smiled softly. "Yeah, I suppose we could do that. But I [i]can[/i] speed a little so if I'm going too fast, flash your headlights. Also, don't worry. We could watch a movie at my place. I-If you want! I mean...yeah." He felt like a high school kid again, getting nervous around girls. He walked her outside and shivered. It was getting cold, and he realized that she only had a sweater. "Here, take this." He shed off his jacket and placed it around her shoulders. "I don't want you to get sick. That means you'll miss my class." He smirked. 

"So where's your car? By the entrance or in the back parking lot?" He asked, squinting into the lot and digging for his keys. He didn't drive anything too flashy, just something that his dad used to drive. It was rusted in the back, but still ran pretty well. "And where do you wanna eat? Chinese? McDonalds?" He looked up to look at her. 

He hadn't been in a relationship in a long time, so he didn't remember exactly how these sort of things would go. "I'm not picky. My house is full of takeoiut containers and all, so please. Whatever you'd like." He chuckled, looking down at her.