Mark shakes his head and laughs a little at her. "Come on Nads, you must be used to my compliments by now," he says with a cheeky little smile. He felt like he was learning a lot about Nadia tonight, and the fact he knew what to say to make her smile was something he would treasure. He wanted to make her happy, and he felt he would be able to, the same way she always made him happy. It was the connection they had had since that first day they met. He rolls his eyes with her. "I know, right? I dunno who that makes the biggest loser, you or me." He winks at her. "I've heard. I heard GirlSpice concerts are all bloodbaths and circle pits. I always wanted to try one to see, but I felt I was a bit too mainstream." He winks at her again before bursting into a fit of laughter at the serious look on her face. "Ok...ok I believe you Nads!" He nods his head. "I have become a little bit of a diva over time I suppose. It's hard not to though. You must know what I mean. You kinda get swept up in the wave of fame and people telling you how important you are." He chuckles. "Sounds like you have a level head on your shoulders though. Those demands aren't too diva. I heard of some pop girls who ask for full room re-decorations and only pink m&ms and stuff. Really mental stuff. You're normal by comparison."

"Same here. If it was my kid though I'd sort of have to accept it as just something they inherited from their dad though," he chuckles. When he hears she likes to cook, Mark smiles. He had never been much of a cook himself, mainly because he had dedicated every moment of his teens to playing the guitar, but he respected anyone who could cook. "You can teach me sometime then. Maybe my mother will like me as well if I can cook," he jokes. He smiles and nods when she talks about the cookie. He had picked up many British-isms from Scott, but he always found little discrepancies like this funny. "A cookie is a biscuit then? I have that one remembered," Mark chuckles. He screws up his face at the mention of the other two. "Ok...ok it might just be my dirty mind, Nads.....but custard cream sounds even more sexual than the Hobnob." He laughs and shakes his head before blushing a little when she mentions grinding on her. "Deal. Please try to remember....I'm just bein' Miley," he winks. He smiles at how impressed she looks at the fact he can dance. When the car pulls to a stop, Mark feels a little nervous. He wanted to make the first move, but barely knew what he was supposed to do. When Nadia turns and thanks him, he feels a little flutter when she moves closer. "I had an amazing night," Mark smiles, before he closes his eyes and gently presses his lips against hers, giving her hand a gentle squeeze as they kiss.

"I think I can do that, I don't have an issue with telling a beautiful girl she's beautiful," Mark says with a little smile. He was aware of the fact he might have been a little cheesy with all the compliments he gave Nadia, but he was being completely truthful with her and just telling her what he thought. "I am. Total loser, innit? When we go out on this tour I think we'll have backing dancers and sparklers..the who shebang. That should piss the metal frat off enough." He laughs and pretends to look confused. "What do you mean, Nads? I totes believe you," he jests. "Hey, I could imagine Chantal viciously eating anything. Like I could imagine her tearing the head off a candyfloss with her teeth," he says with a laugh. "I think you're very cool as a group. LIke a cucumber on ice." He smiles. "Really? I think on your next tour you should pick something way outlandish, just to see what people say when you ask for it." He laughs. "I'll do it too. I'll ask for....47 red smarties and one purple. But the purple has to be right at the bottom because I like to eat it 44th." He grins at her again. It was nice to have someone to joke about music with. Scott was often far too serious about the industry.

"I'm glad. Me and my kid can just chill in the morning with an Espresso and a nicotine patch. They can have coffee, but they aren't getting to smoke until they're older," he jokes. Mark smiles at the thought of Nadia teaching him how to cook. It sounded quite cool and romantic, and it would definitely make him a little healthier...not to mention that his mom would love it." He laughs out loud. "I know! You should have found yourself a nice little British dude," Mark winks. "What do your parents think of you dating all these Americans?" He covers his mouth as he laughs. "I reckon if you have to make biscuits all day, you'd be so bored you'd always be thinking of innuendos and names." He smiles. After their kiss breaks, Mark smiles genuinely at her. It felt amazing to kiss Nadia, her lips were so soft and perfect. She was so beautiful and Mark thought she was amazing. "I'll see you tomorrow, beautiful. Goodnight," he says as she gets out of his car. Mark watches her as she walks up her driveway, feeling incredibly lucky and very happy to have her in his life.

Eva's cab pulled up one block down from the bookstore at Eva's request. When she approached somebody, she liked for it to be on foot. Having a cab drive her up to see Jimmy made her feel like she was pampered and spoiled - needing a driver to go everywhere. This way, she felt a little independent. She put the last touches of mascara on before paying the driver and getting out, making her way up the street to the bookstore. She pulls out a half-smoked cigarette and lights it as she nears the destination, making it seem like she had walked all this way, cigarette in hand. Eva grins at Jimmy when she sees him, waving to him with her other hand. She stops out her cigarette in front of him and gives him a small, one-armed hug. "Hey," she says softly, smiling. "Good to see you."

Eva smriks and steps on the cigarette, putting it out. "That's too bad," she says back jokingly, shrugging. "Ready?" She walks over to the door and opens it, holding it open for Jimmy as well. "I love going to old bookstores like this."

Eva walks into the bookstore and took a huge breath in, loving the small of old books. "I especially love used books. The more beat up they look, the more loved they are. And a well-loved book in the best kind." She winks and giggles a little bit, immediately heading over to the classics section.

Eva looks over at Jimmy and smiles a bit. She didn't seem like the scholarly type, she knew that, and honestly, she wouldn't consider herself one. But she did love to read. "It was the Count of Monte Cristo that did it for me," she says softly, going through the classics section until she finds a copy of it. "I hated reading until my senior year, but my English teacher was a very... forgiving person who knew that I would love reading if I could just find that one book that got me started. He let me borrow his copy and I never gave it back." She shrugs, filling through the pages of the copy she found before putting it back and moving on. "What about you? Any particular favorites?"

"Uh, yeah, Monte Cristo is old school. It was written in 1844. That's about as old school as you get. Any more old school than that, you start working with Antigone and shit like that," Eva says back with a laugh, shaking her head. She looks back up at him and grins. "I already think the worst of you. I doubt your favorite book will do any damage," she says jokingly, adding another little wink.

Eva nods, listening. "Game of Thrones is good... I've never read the books, but if they managed to make a midget seem mildly attractive, then they must be doing something right," she says back with a small smirk.

Ryan open the door and saw Laura "Hey babe what you doing for today?" he let her in and closed the door behind him with a white button up shirt and the Blue jeans with no socks or shoes

"I'm not doing really anything today, I was going to just relax and hang at the house today." He kissed her cheek as he squeeze his butt as he slapped her "Can I get you anything?"