Smiling almost dumbly at the clutch of her hand, Gus nods eagerly; "Right, yeah... dinner. I was thinking this little Italian place down the boardwalk - they're a little busy this time of day, but the food is really good."

He leads her to the door, locking the office behind them and clicking the remote alarm on his car to make sure it's set with a hollow horn toot and flash of lights. "It's close enough we can walk."