Books and video games were safe subjects and two she really enjoyed.  Pausing to commit his gamertag to memory, Emily wondered if<i>47</i>liked reading as well.  She’d inquire the next time she was online.  Meeting two guys in such a short span of time who not only had similar interests but were easy to talk with, was like winning the lottery and renewed her hope in mankind. "You'll know it's me contacting you for an online session if you see<i>SilentSniper</i>."<br/><br/>Boris ordering another pitcher was a good sign, Emily reasoned.  If he accepted meeting her just to be polite, they wouldn’t have shared more than a pitcher before something called him away.  Happy to see him reaching for another slice, she did the same.  Ruminating on his words, Emily harkened back to his motorcycle rides, asking how he chose the destinations.  Caught up in retelling some pretty outrageous adventures, he smiled often as the pizza dwindled and soon two empty pitchers sat side-by-side.  Easy on the eyes, Boris was also a very good storyteller.<br/><br/>Regretfully, bellies full and both individuals enjoying a slight buzz, Emily had to admit their time was coming to a natural end.  She’d asked him to pizza as a ‘<i>thank you</i>’ and felt as much as she liked the proprietor of<i>B's Knees Moto</i>, she was unsure if the attraction was mutual.  Experience had taught her not to wear her heart on her sleeve.  “This has been really fun, Boris.”  Giving the wait staff her debit card, “I’ll stop by sometime to show you the helmet I get and how my scooter’s coming along.”