Well, shit. What does she even say to that? She hadn't actually expected him to take that invitation seriously. It feels like the barrel of a fucking gun, and someone's going to get hurt. So she takes a breath off the cigarette, shrugs his shoulder and smiles with a nod.

"Sure, why not?" What's the worst that could happen?

This is the worst kind of dumbshit idea, but Peter can't help himself. He wants him, even if that's still confusing, if the words are harder when it's those green eyes he's looking up into.

"Where to?"

She runs fingers through her hair that still falls down her shoulders and looks loosely mussed. "Dude, you should have seen what the other ones looked like. Girls shoes are crazy."