Dave grins and leans down, kissing Maxxie full on the mouth for being so freakin' awesome. He's going on a date. Dave is going on a date. With Maxxie, the hands down hottest boy he's met so far. And not only that, but he's fun and totally chill with this.

If he were standing, he'd be practically bouncing on his heels.

"When do you think we should go, then?" He actually realizes that he has no clue what kind of schedule Maxxie has here. He knows that he takes some dance classes, but Dave has no idea which ones or when, and he has is own classes. He wracks his head for when he thinks might work. "...Thursday around seven? We'll be swimming around sundown, but... that's good, yeah?"