They were definitely on the same page. Foreman let his smile widen, looking forward to whatever reward Amber wanted to give him. He was certainly motivated to guess right. Amber had struck him as attractive from the first, but now with the implicit promise that she'd be just as candid and, well, goal-oriented in bed, Foreman was more than interested; he could feel a stir of excitement when Amber kissed her fingers and touched his mouth. Foreman moved his lips against her fingertips, echoing her kiss almost subconsciously, meeting her eyes as she backed off and got into her car. He barely had the presence of mind to keep the umbrella over her until she'd closed the door. Raindrops hit the back of his head and rolled down his collar, cold enough to make him shiver, but Foreman didn't care. He backed off and waited for Amber to start the engine.

He shook his head, smirking down at his feet before looking up at her car as she pulled out of her spot, as if to check it was still there, trying to convince himself this was really happening. He could hardly believe it. For such a shitty start to the evening, it had turned around so quickly, just with meeting her. Definitely no guarantees for a relationship, but for one night, Foreman was damn impressed with her. He scoffed at himself for throwing himself into something on a whim, but what the hell. He deserved a break. He hurried back through the parking lot towards his own car, getting in and quickly heading for the main road.

He knew of The Blue Velvet, though he'd never been inside. He found a parking space pretty easily once he reached it. He brought his umbrella--if it was still raining when they left, it made a nice excuse to walk close to her, although by then they might be getting closer for other reasons entirely. He walked in, shaking off the rain from his coat, and then glanced around to see if Amber had reached the place first, maybe already found them a table.