"I think I'll just hold on for dear life and try not to die," Abigail choked, but with some partial truth to her statement. She was going to hold onto him as tight as she possibly could. High speeds that probably couldn't even be matched by a race horse, lots of metal, on the road... the mere thought seemed to frighten her. Looking into Akira's eyes seemed to calm her, fortunately. A soft smile appeared on her lips before she pressed her lips against his.<br/><br/>"I do have to change because I will not wear a black dress on a motorcycle." she chuckled before walking into her bedroom to change. She had slipped out of her dress, and walked over to the closet before getting a plain navy blue tanktop, and dark, skinny jeans. After putting them on, she got her black, knee-high boots and put them on over her jeans. Soon, she walked back out into the living room and sat down on the couch.<br/><br/>"Do I look okay?" she asked nervously.