In the back seat...

Credence ignored Dorothy's bashful resistance and forcefully held her hands. He pursed his thin lips and coughed slightly. There was a hint of nervousness as he spoke, "Oh, yeah, do you like the color blue? What about open-air balcony houses or things like that?"

His questions baffled her, but she answered honestly, "I don't hate blue, but I don't particularly like it either. Belle likes open-aired balconies but I don't have enough money to buy one."

Credence's nervous heart finally felt at ease after listening to her answers.

It seemed that she was not the romantic sort. So, she probably wouldn't be picky with the candlelight...