Blake smiled genuinely and gave a slight curtsy. "Off we go sir" She said mimicking his proper language. When she got in the car she turned to him. "If anything I feel under dressed compared to you. But the last time I went to a bonfire I wore a nice shirt and nice shorts then got thrown in about eight, maybe nine times by the lovely people called drunk jocks" Blake said jokingly. "Oh and just so you know, I think you look good in khakis she told him. Not sure where her confidence was coming from, she usually struggled with flirting with guys but talking to Raleigh somehow came easy for her. Why? She did not know.