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Stephan laughed a bit at the comment, not really realizing that she was telling the truth. He'd had a car since the day he turned sixteen, his parents had made sure of that. And now that he was out of college, they'd be slinging him some extra cash any day now for a new one. He'd had this old sedan for a few years, and though it was reliable, it wasn't really his style. "Nah, it was just a fender bender. Student driver, you know the deal," he said, shrugging as he swung the driver's side door open and dropped in. While she got herself settled, he nearly climbed over the seat, too stubborn to open one of the back doors, and started rustling through an open gym bag, "I know I put them somewhere..."

Finding what he was looking for, Stephan dropped back over into the driver's seat, holding a blue tshirt, bearing the greek letters Alpha Tau Omega in yellow, triumphantly. Starting the car with one hand, he used the other to tug the shirt on. It perhaps wasn't the safest thing, but he put the car into reverse and started to back out just as he finished yanking the shirt on. The diner, right. "Don't really remember, it was some Mom and Pop kind of thing, saw it on the way here. It smelled like it had good pie at least, if that's worth anything," he said with a big of a shrug, putting both hands back on the wheel. As they turned out of the complex, he decided it best to pay a bit more attention to the road, just so she wouldn't think he was going to tear off somewhere.

Shrugging the questions off for a moment as he saw someone getting ready to turn out just down the road, he nodded. Driving at dusk still made him a bit nervous, especially since he'd spent the past few years driving around an area where drunk students would just stumble out onot the middle of the road without warning. Once it was all clear, he took his foot off the brakes and went back to splitting his attention, "Yeah, well, no. I graduated a week or so ago, but they say you're a frat boy for life. Some people seem to think they're stupid, fraternities I mean."

Stephan gave a bit of a nervous laugh, "Yeah, a lot of people don't like the pranks. Or pledging. We tried not to be too cruel to pledges." Alright, so that was a bit of a lie. Last Rush Week he'd been there for they'd had one of the pledges tie himself to the roof of his car and stay there for 24 hours. But it wasn't any worse than any of the other houses. "So you must be what, twenty three, twenty four?" He asked, a bit curious since the only other woman he'd met seemed a good bit younger.

"Same here," he said with a smile, eyes still turned attentively to the road, "I traveled around for a few months instead of going straight to college." Alright, so he hadn't so much traveled around Europe for historical sites and things like his parents believed. In fact, he had spent most of the lost time on the beach. The diner was coming up, and he hoped he remembered the turn. Thinking back, he remembered a rather mean prank he'd been involved with where they had doused a few of the freshman dorms, and their contents, in lime green paint. It made him cringe a bit, thinking for the first time that maybe it had been a little too harsh of a welcome.

He was silent for a moment as he focused on turning in at the right place, but spoke up again as he parked and turned the car off, "Business actually. My dad wants me to take over the family business." Alright, so calling it a family business was a bit of an understatment. But he was trying his best to avoid thinking about the fact that eventually he'd have to 'grow up' and take over a stock corporation with multimillion dollar trades on a regular basis.

Unbuckling his seat belt, Stephan nodded, "I know how that is. I wanted to be a History major myself. I made a deal with my dad though. As long as I kept to business he wouldn't empty out my trust fund." Well, it had more been blackmail, but he prefered not to think of his father as such a jerk. Swinging the door open, he got out, motioning toward the door of the diner, "Smells good."