She looked back at him, and if he could see thru her helmet, he'd be laughing.  She had the biggest smirk on her face.  "I said hold on tight..."  she told him, and reved the bike, then took off, on only the back wheel.  When she leaned forward the bike sat back down on the pavement and they were off, racing thru lights and weaving in and out of morning traffic.  It was only a few blocks before they stopped in front of what looked to be a very "fancy" restraunt.  She parked the bike and hopped off.<br/><br/>"Now, this is not a magic known place...so Imma need you to keep a low profile.  At least...as low as you can in that outfit."  she looked him over again and pulled off her helmet.  Not a hair was out of place, and she didn't look desheviled at all.  She reached her hand out to hold his hand.<br/><br/>"Ready?"