To say that Emily was flabbergasted with her new red ride would be a massive understatement.  More descriptive words were needed, as her attractive façade revealed both wonder and happiness.  It was as if Easter, Halloween, Christmas, and her birthday had all fallen on the same day.  She listened to his story about the scooter and the modifications he had made to it.  Rather, she<i>appeared </i>to listen to all that.  Boris remained skeptical as to how much of it she was truly retaining, but he smiled all the while.<br/><br/>Houston, we have a pulse, he thought, as she moved to envelope him in a hug when she heard there was no charge for anything scooter-related.  Freebies tended to have that effect on people.  Upon releasing him, Emily fiddled with the handlebars, getting a feel for her new ride.  It was then that Boris noticed the smudge on her right cheek.  Frowning, he dabbed at his own right cheek and his fingertips returned slightly blackened.  Dang it, he fretted, I’ve been standing here all this time, yapping away with that crap on my face?<br/><br/>Pulling a shop rag from his back pocket, Boris wiped the right side of his face.  Sure enough, a little more gunk ended up on the rag.  He muttered something under his breath while Emily prattled on about paying him back somehow.  He barely heard any of it, however, as all he could focus on was removing the grease from her cheek.  Now standing beside her, he daubed at the mark.  His second attempt finally removed it completely.  Only when she looked back at him with a smile did he realize that maybe he should’ve let her take care of it.<br/><br/>Emily wasn’t aware of it, but soon after, she uttered two of his favorite words: pizza and pint.  His gut reaction was to respectfully decline, but her enthusiasm and sheer joy were so contagious, Boris knew he’d feel like a jerk if he said no.  “Uh, sure.  Pizza and a pint always sound good,” he confirmed.  Especially with someone so attractive.  Boris chose to keep that last part to himself.