Watching Emily mount her new red rocket reminded him of something quite important.  “If you don’t already have one,” Boris began, “you might wanna invest in a helmet.  You’ll be traveling noticeably faster on this than your bicycle.”<br/><br/>Mentally perusing her invitation, he nodded.  He knew there was nothing on his agenda that competed with her requested time and place.  “Sure thing,” he replied soon after.  “That time works for me, and Capone’s make some awesome pizza.  I’ll see you there.”<br/><br/>This was just pizza and a few beers, he reminded himself.  Let’s not get too carried away.  Boris waited until she drove off before returning inside.  One of the perks of owning a business was that you were able to open and close whenever you wanted.  He was usually home by 5 pm anyway, but today he’d lock up a little earlier than his regular 4 pm time slot.  Home would be his immediate destination, as<i>Capone’s Pizza </i>was only a few blocks from where he lived.<br/><br/>Boris briefly considered a shower before meeting her, but scrapped the idea as he thought of pizza and beer being on the menu.  This is not a date, genius, he chided himself.  This is pizza we’re talking about, not a five-star restaurant.  Meanwhile, he had to admit that Emily sure looked good on her scarlet scoot.  Her glowing smile was a bonus.