Waving goodbye, Emily went her way.  Put-putting home on<i>Red Baron, </i>yes, her new scooter’s name came in a flash of inspiration.  He was a rogue pilot, up for early morning jaunts to work and a steadfast companion in a pinch.  She and the<i>Red Baron</i>were on a cusp of a world of adventures.  Boris, mechanic and business owner, was very nice to look at and a strong conversationalist.  Time would tell if they were meant to be more than a random encounter.  Emily’s goal was to order a helmet and drop by to show him her selection.  Beating herself, wondering why did she even say that she’d come by?  Was she being too obvious in her interest in the handsome entrepreneur?  No sense in crying over spilled milk.<br/><br/>After that, it was up to karma.  Hell, thinking about a guy while she was supposed to be working towards graduate school seemed a bit counter-productive.  Getting home, Emily parked the<i>Red Baron</i>and skipped up to her apartment.  Unable to sleep, she whipped up a batch of her favorite cookies while punching out a quick post to<i>47. </i>They were about to launch their RP and talking about minor but important details like age, name, etc.  She took her freshly baked cookies to her favorite Vietnamese family across the hall, appreciating their feedback on her random gifts.  All in all, a very productive day.