closed starter for @therichmangirl
Parking his bike along the curb, Malcolm wasted no time in heading for the front entrance of the diner that Kaley had told him she worked at ages ago. He tugged off his helmet as he pushed open the door, the bell above it dinging to announce his arrival. Without much consideration as to where Kaley would prefer he took a seat, maybe somewhere that she wouldn’t be so clearly treating and making conversation with a rough looking young man with distinctive patches on his leather jacket, Malcolm instead headed straight for the front counter and copped a spot along it.
Setting his helmet on the counter, he glanced around for a moment before spotting the young woman he had been searching for. “Hey, babe- you holding up your end of the deal?” He asked with a wickedly crooked grin.














