Gordon was late to picking her up as he was getting the last touch of his suit tailored. White (Or was it cream? Who cares.) wasn't typically a color of his choosing, but it suited him well enough.

"Sorry." He offered her a half smile in apology, "I didn't mean to keep you waiting." But it was worth it, as the color of her dress certainly complimented her skin tone. OK, so he could get used to this.

As they're walking towards the car, Gordon glanced over, "I like the dress." It was sincere, realizing he probably didn't compliment her enough.