He put on some hip-hop and they moved to it while he drove his borrowed station wagon. After a dinner at the Olive-Garden, which he had saved up for with his money from his job at Taco-Bell; he put on some slow jams, and they drove holding nervous hands and feeling closer.
He opened her car door, kissed her dark, sweet cheek, and watched her get into the house. Her father watched him watching his angel from a dusty window in their living room, his arms were folded with reluctance.
The boy swallowed hard, got back into his borrowed station wagon, and felt great- after the perfect first date.