Kevin often gets left out because he's a basketcase in large crowds, and inevitably, that's where the others want to go. But a movie with just Soo and a few others that are scattered around the theater? That he can do.

He shuts her door, and scoots around to the driver's side. He slips in and puts his belt on, starting the car and getting them out of the garage. "You're welcome, Sooraya. I'm glad you agreed to come." He says, turning for Salem Center. "And I'd appreciate that. My Urdu is still rudimentary. I can ask for a glass of water, and a translator and that's about it." He admits. He hasn't been as diligent with his lessons as he probably should have been, but it's at least something.

"And after, we can come back and get something to eat?" He knows there's a lot of dietary restrictions for her, but isn't sure where in town they could even get take out, but he's a decent cook, and can put together just about anything.