blue eyes wandered off to the side; contemplation. arms crossed over claire’s chest, before she ended up smiling. ”you know, to be quite honest, i didn’t get it until you said, that line but with that in mind, don’t insult my hair color. ask my wife, i’m sure she’ll be glad to tell you.” eyes danced over the the motorcycle. that’s certainly one way to perk up her attention. "thank you. riding’s a hobby."
He was taken back a bit when she said wife. At least he didn't feel bad about rejection if that was the case.
"I've been thinking about getting a Harley myself," he told her. "My old roommate had one. I used to take it out once in a while. Or maybe I'm just going through a very early mid-life crisis." He smiled at her. "I'm Ben." He extended his hand in greeting.








