I stood there in front of the limo, suddenly feeling underdressed in my faded Phantom Planet t-shirt, torn-up jeans, and Chucks.
Then, like such a gentleman, he opened the door for me. “After you, miss”
I climbed in and replied, “Oh why thank you, kind sir” in my awesome British accent. He laughed.
“Nice ride,” I said, looking around. I spotted a wine glass in an expansive-looking cooler. He saw where I was looking.
“Thanks, and if you were wondering, that’s just for the parents. They like to look classy to use their word.” I laughed.
“Well then, you can tell them that it looks very classy indeed.” I said in my accent.
“Oh they will be flattered” He answered, attempting an accent too. And well, he tried. Then we both burst out laughing.
“Yeah- you need to work on that,” I said between laughs.
“I have no doubt you’ll help me,” he said, trying to keep a straight face. And failing.
“It depends, what will you give me in return?” I said, jokingly, pretending to flirt. Then we both laughed even harder.