“You forget I see the hospital bills oh Captain.” Though he always was the one who bounced back, though it doesn’t mean she didn’t worry. Sharon took the helmet, putting it on before she climbed on the back of his bike, wrapping her arms around his waist. “Home would be nice, unless you have any other plans.”
“--Okay, so maybe I get a few scratches,” he laughed. He looked over his shoulder at her as he secured his helmet. “I may have a stop to make beforehand.” He gunned the engine of the motorcycle, taking off into the traffic with an expert ease on a motorcycle. He stopped in front of a little pizza shop, taking his helmet off. The pizza shop was still so similar to how it had been when he was a kid. He appreciated it and wanted to share it with her. “I thought you wouldn’t mind a stop off at a place to eat.”









