Foreman chuckled at Amber's abrupt proposition, taken almost by surprise. For the most part, Foreman played the seducer. If a woman interested him, he knew all the tricks to use in order to make her feel comfortable with him. After that, it was just a matter of time before she gave a signal--a look, a touch on his forearm--that told him she wouldn't turn him down if he asked her out. Amber's directness startled him, especially her acknowledgement that they'd both been flirting, but it wasn't out of line with everything she'd said so far and her attitude when she'd first approached him. His plan had been to ask her out on the weekend, tomorrow or Saturday, and then let her have the honour of making it tonight instead. That way, he'd know how interested she really was. For her to take the lead was unexpected, but not unwelcome, and he nodded, still amused. "Sounds like a pretty intense guessing game, if it's going to take all evening," he said, raising an eyebrow at her. "Or is it the reward that's time-consuming?"

Her car was only a few feet away, but Foreman was hesitant to jump in with her without checking first. If they ended up at her place, which obviously wasn't out of the question, Foreman still wanted to do what he could to make her comfortable tomorrow morning. He had the day off, but probably she'd have to work, and it might be awkward if he was in her space while she was trying to get ready. Awkward was something he definitely wanted to avoid with her--she probably wouldn't take it well. "I think I know where that is," he said. "I could join you there." He left it open-ended. He'd go with her if she wanted, but his car wasn't that far away, and even though it was going well so far, they might both like an escape route, just in case.