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It made no difference to Jack whether or not Devi received phone calls on a regular basis. The only people who really ever called him were his mother and his sister, and that was usually to berate him for some reason or another. Most of the time he kept his phone on 'silent.'

Jack's preference was for text messaging. Generally, it was more convenient.

He pouted a little when Devi cut off his phone call, and returned his cellphone to his pocket.

"I don't have a car, as a matter of fact."

Jack checked his hair where he could see himself in the shiny surface of the table.

"I do have a truck."

It belonged to his mother.

Jack and Devi, it seemed, had more in common than a fondness for the theatre. It made him smirk, to see her pretending such interest in a topic that he knew just as much about.

He chuckled softly to himself, and ran his fingers through his hair.

"Its a truck with satellite radio," a shrug, followed by an exaggerated wink, "and heated seats."

This came out sounding twice as playful as it was suggestive. While it was true that Jack thought Devi was very adorable, in her own special way, he did not actually expect anything. Outside of casual teasing and wiggling his eyebrows, there would be no real pressure.

Especially not on a first date, when she was little more than a stranger.

Class. He had it.

Devi's awkwardness didn't phase Jack in the slightest. He leaned forwards in his seat, as though the uneasy series of noises that spilled from between her lips were the most endearing things in the world, and just kept on smiling. It was clear to him that she had little experience with this sort of thing. Devi wasn't confident or sexy, but she was very sweet. Jack was interested in being her friend.

"Oh," he sighed dreamily, and waved his hand through the air, "I imagine we'll just skip the theatre altogether, even though I've probably used a couple months allowance to pay for the tickets. You'll use those irresistible feminine wiles of yours to take advantage of me in the back of my own mother's truck."

"Then," Jack's lips twitched, "We'll fornicate like rabbits, until you get tired of me, and walk away with my heart forever."

His pressed his palm to the left side of his chest, and blinked at Devi with soulful eyes.

"I suspect you'll forget all about me," there was a whimsical, defeated sort of note in Jack's voice, "and I'll be left picking up the pieces."

"Now," he said, the expression on his face so serious it was ridiculous, and looked Devi in the eye. "You tell me what you think will happen. I am totally cool with any or all of the above."

Oh, he had such a fat mouth.

Apologizing wasn't something Jack generally made a habit of. This had more to do with being arrogant than it did being impolite. Jack liked to think of himself as an honest man, and didn't often say things unless he meant them.

But the remorse he felt at Devi's distress was sincere, and so was the guilty half-smile he offered her now. He hadn't known that his little game would cause her any pain, and was feeling pretty badly about himself to see that it had.

"I was only joking," he said, voice soft. "We can do whatever you like."

Jack had loved women, and lost them. But it wasn't all about getting laid. It was about being with them. Most of the time, in Jack's opinion, ladies smelled and looked better than anything else in the world. If he'd had it his way, all of them would be his girlfriends.

He also took Devi's threat to heart, and fitted her consciously into his 'friends' circle. It was not really Jack's first choice, but he was also wary of angry chicks with grudges against their ex-boyfriends.