"I'm the summer sky, baby, but you're the sun," he says with just as bright of a smile and a very tight hug. "You look radiant!" She really does. She seems so much more herself somehow. It's beautiful in ways that clothes alone will never make her. It's that sense of being at home in her skin.

"Fever helped me. I painted hers and she did mine for me. I picked up the habit on that cruise ship and I've never looked back. You're right, we all got fingernails, we should all get to paint them."

He briefly considers if he could convince Yellow to get in on the nail polish party but then he wonders why the hell he's thinking about Yellow right now when he's on a date. Enough of that! They have a dinner to get to.

"Allow me to escort you, my lady," he says as he offers his arm out to her. "The night is all ours."