"If you took me out, I'd expect flowers, and I'm not a girl."

Steve wasn't the sort of guy to be threatened by something traditionally feminine. Hell, he had grown up into art as a skinny asthmatic during a time when men should be boxing and joining the military. And he knew he was no less of a man for it. Flowers were nice, they said you cared, guy or girl.

"How about you hold off on complaining until the date is done, deal? Then you can tell me all the things I did that were uncool or not modern enough. But for now, let yourself enjoy it, okay?"