Sarah was a short (5'3"), slightly plump(in all the right places according to her) brown haired, blue eyed nerd. She liked the fact that she wore long black skirt with black knee high laced boots, a soft peach colored land sleeved shirt with the words " I don't Date ID-10Ts" on it never gave her a second thought. Her long long naturally curly brown hair was bundled up into a messy bun, as if she had hurried out this morning without paying it too much mind, and she wore no makeup on her pale, smooth, and perfect skin. The items didn't cling to her in any fashion, all just a couple sizes too big, and hung on her. A sight most men would never even make a second glance at in her direction.<br/><br/>And she liked it that way. At least that was what she told herself, as she pushed the round glasses she didn't need further up her nose. She was so consumed in her thoughts, she didn't notice the black leather clad biker in front of her and ran into him at a good speed. Sending him forward a few steps at least, or even enough so that he had to reach out and grasp the glowing streetlight for support.<br/><br/>"Oh! Pardon me! I wasn't paying attention to where I was going. Are you alr-"  *she had to pause as she noticed the glowing streetlamp and frowned.* "Who painted that with glow in the dark paint?"  *she asked staring wide eyed at it, coming closer and reaching out to touch it in her own curiosity.<br/><br/>"I love mysteries... don't you?" She asked looking over at the man with a beautiful smile.