Jim's eyebrows raise in interest at her description of the date. Even just hearing this shortened version of her experience, he couldn't help snickering as he took another drink of his beer and leaning on an elbow.

"How did the night end?" He grinned, imagining she just slammed the door in the guy's face. He couldn't say he didn't blame her; he shut the taxi door rather quickly for his own date and waved her off in mid-sentence.