In order to underline the dance-as-sex metaphor, the scene cuts to Brian's house. Angela watches Jordan out the window as Dance Instructor Voice-Over (or DIVO) says, "Lots of people -- they try so hard. They can't hear the music." Angela screws up her courage and goes out the front door as DIVO continues, "Then, they start to feel lost, so they want to look down. Don't look down. It will throw you off-balance. And you'll lose your footing. So look straight ahead. Look right into your partner's eyes. And remember to smile." By now Angela has reached the passenger door of Jordan's car, and she leans down and says, "Hi." Jordan, sitting in the driver's seat, looks back and smiles tentatively. Angela beams back. Aw.
After the break, Angela's still leaning into the window, telling Jordan she has the money, and asking if he has her ID. She asks him, "So this is your car?" He tells her to get in. She laughs in a shocked, explosive burst, and says, "I can't. Go anywhere. I mean, I should stay here. Uh. It's a long story." Jordan says, "I didn't say [we'd] go anywhere." "Oh, okay," Angela says, and opens the car door...
...just as Rayanne, in the kitchen, opens the microwave and takes out a plate of nachos. Rayanne, with what appears to be a second beer, sits at the kitchen table beside Brian and distractedly asks about the experiment. He reluctantly tells her that it's a volumeter, and that it measures pressure. Rayanne and Rickie remind Brian that there are many different kinds of pressure, like air pressure, acupressure, and emotional pressure, and that the mouse itself must be feeling that it's under pressure, and that a really good experiment would be one that aimed to figure out what the mouse might be feeling. Brian cracks, and yells at them both to shut up. They look taken aback. Rayanne innocently says that it was just a joke, and that Brian should "measure [his] own pressure." Rickie asks, "So the mouse creates pressure...just by breathing?" "YES," Brian replies, exhaustedly. "I can relate," Rickie remarks. Rayanne asks him what the point of the experiment is, and Brian tries to explain what it'll prove, and what scientific principles are involved, and then gives up and sighs, "It's for extra credit."
As the camera lovingly pans across Jordan's profile (as he stares straight ahead) to Angela's beaming face (staring straight at him), AVO says, "What's amazing is when you can feel your life going somewhere, like your life just figured out how to get good, like, that second." Jordan awakens from his reverie and reaches across Angela's lap to the glove box, from which he produces the ID. She marvels, "Wow, it looks real! Why --" but before she can ask her question, Jordan pounces on her and clumsily tries to kiss her. She manages a "hey" and pushes him off her; as he settles back, licking his lips, she says, "I'm sorry, I just..." Jordan says, "No --" and Angela explains, "I was talking." Jordan says, "No. Whatever." They exchange a look of understanding, or so Angela thinks, because, again, she says, "So how come --" and Jordan once again attempts to make his move. This time she shoves him off her and yells, "Quit it! I mean, you have to work up to that! I don't open that wide at the dentist!" Jordan sighs, "How old are you?" Angela rolls her eyes and snaps, "I don't believe this. What is your point?" He doesn't answer, and she murmurs, "Fifteen." Jordan, looking straight ahead again, mutters, "You act younger." Angela shows she has more spine than every previous female teen character on television by very emphatically informing Jordan, "First of all, you don't know me well enough to say how old I seem. And second --" "You talk a lot," Jordan interjects, and Angela incredulously tells him, "I've said, like, eight sentences to you my entire life!" Jordan sighs very loudly, and says, "This whole day has been one long thing that makes no sense." He slouches down in the driver's seat, and as Angela watches him, AVO says, "We both stopped talking. Part of his sleeve was touching my arm. I don't know if he knew. Then everything started to seem perfect, for some reason. The feel of his shirt against my elbow. The fact that I still had an elbow. It was the perfect moment for him to kiss me. Or him to anything me." Jordan gazes at her, and then leans closer to her, and...opens her car door for her, saying, "Well, I gotta go. Later." Angela uses all her energy to hold it together, and gets out, slamming the door. Jordan's car pulls away from the curb, and she watches him go, her arms crossed. AVO says, "I could have killed him."