“You’ll have to tell me how to get to your house.” Dan smiled as he pulled the truck out onto the main road.

"That's okay," Angela replied. "Let's just go to the tree lot, and I'll have my parents pick me up there."

Dan’s head snapped up, looking at her as if she had lost her mind. “No way! I’m a gentleman, and a gentleman always walks a lady to the door.”

Angela burst out laughing. “What century are you from?”

He chuckled. “When I have a daughter, if I ever had to pick her up from a date, it’ll be the last date she would do on with him.”...