"Nice bike, handsome," Alyssa grinned, signing for her parcel and flung the box behind her in favour of shuffling closer towards Serik's motorcycle, in her fluffy house slippers. "Never seen them come in that body kit before. You mod your own bike? How fast can it go? Do you race? Where do you get your helmet? It's so cool!"
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Serik paused, obviously taken aback. Was she-- flirting? Should he tell her he was gay...? Agh, probably not, it was the first and probably the last time he saw her anyway, unless he ended up delivering her stuff (he didn't want to know) to her again.
"That's-- That's a lotta questions..." He shook himself. "Whatever, just sign 'ere. Yeah, thanks." He had half a mind to just go -- he had a job to do after all -- but it was hard to do that when someone was interested in his bike, honestly.
Reluctantly, he lifted his visor to squint at her better. "You... y'know 'bout bikes?" He glanced at his babe, then looked at the girl again. "I-- Yeah." He rubbed the back of his head. "Custom make. I like havin' some fun with that," he admitted, then huffed, smirking. "Y' don' wanna know the speed. It'd get me in trouble." She wouldn't be able to see his cheeky grin with his helmet on, but it showed in his eyes. "Do you race?"
