Tom pulled up to the movie theater. It was a drive-in. "This was not what I was expecting when you said we were going to see a movie," Lauren told him. Tom shrugged, "I hate things that are predictable. I'm not the dinner and a movie kind of guy." "You never fail to surprise me," Lauren said laughing. "But what exactly are we watching?" "Madea Goes to Jail," Tom told her. Lauren nodded, "I was thinking there for a second that it'd be something old." "Nope, drive-ins may be old, but at least the movies aren't." "By the way," he sad, "you're looking stunning." "Thank you," she replied. "You're welcome." A countdown began on the screen. "The movie starts in five minutes," she told him. He nodded, "Yep." "You are so incredibly refreshing, you know that? I mean, practically every other guy I've been around has jumped at the chance to get in my pants, but it doesn't feel like that with you. And you're not like most of the other guys I've been around. Actually, you're not like any of the guys I've been around," Lauren said. "Glad that I could be a nice glass of lemonade for you." She smiled, "Me too."