Summer shook her head. “I think you should pick, if this is a first date.” She grinned up at him, biting her lip. “You’ve respected my ‘no’; if I’ve another, I’ll say it. Until then, wine me and dine me, show me what a good time with Tony Stark is like when he’s clothed.”
“Good. I get a lot of bad rap but I respect consent, the whole ‘no’ thing, all that jazz,” he waved a hand while simultaneously thinking about where they would go. Someplace quiet, someplace they wouldn’t be bothered by paparazzi. Too many women got scared off easily thinking the world would know their business. But really, nothing was private when dating the world’s most prominent genius, playboy, philanthropist. “There’s a small bar type restaurant just a few blocks away. They serve Italian and have a private room in the back, if you want.”
“That sounds perfect.” Purposefully, she lifted their entwined hands and kissed the back of his, before pulling him along to the elevator. “It’s so easy to know about /you/,” she teased, thinking back to an hour ago. “If we’re to be dating, you should know about me. So what do you want to know?”