When he offered her a seat, Ruby moved to sit down, sighing a bit in relief at how nice it felt to take her weight off of her feet. It was her own fault for insisting on heels all the time she supposed, but she'd gotten used to some things and her sense of style (or lack thereof, as Granny would swear) was something she stuck to diligently, even here. He also looked much the same, and Ruby liked that. She'd always thought his vests were rather cute.

When he started to speak, Ruby was snapped out of her thoughts and brought back to the present, listening as he told her that he and Emma were not involved. It didn't occur to her that he might be lying, not with the very earnest way he leaned in to hold her gaze and sent another horde of butterflies to flight in her stomach. She felt suddenly almost bashful under the weight of his question, finding it all so unbelievable when she thought she would've been done with big surprises upon landing in this world.

"Alright, then," she said with a nod. "It's a date."