You are waiting on your front step, all dolled up in your nicest dress. You've done your makeup, your hair immaculately styled. It took hours, but it was all worth it. You are waiting for your girlfriend, Chris, to arrive. She's already said she has every intention of taking you somewhere nice, but you don't know where. The anticipation is building with every second that ticks by, and you're on the verge of texting her to ask for the thousandth time where you two are going.

The second the clock ticks 8 PM, a very familiar red Corvette pulls into your driveway and parks. Chris gets out of the car, shutting the driver's-side door and leaning up against it. There's a box of chocolates in her hand and a bouquet of flowers in the crook of her arm. She lights up a cigarette, looking up at you on your doorstep. With a little quirk of her eyebrow, she jerks her head towards the door.

"Get in, honey, if you want to know where we're goin'."