"Well, don't go so slow that old people pass us on the road," Abigail chuckled nervously, "Maybe 40 or so should be okay, right?" this was the big moment that she had anticipated. Maybe it would be all okay, and nothing would happen. That's what she had hoped for anyways. Nervously, she nodded and opened her apartment door, and head towards the motorcycle, that was parked in the hotel parking lot. Thankfully, she knew exactly where the said hotel actually was since she passed it often to go to her classes.<br/><br/>"Let's do this..." she spoke with much uncertainty and worry.