Mizo had noticed her blushing again. He liked that about her. She blushed yet it seemed due to him. Maybe it was hopeful thinking yet he hadn't seen her blush at any of the other guys when they talked to her. So he had that awesome I make her blush type of feeling inside. He shakes his head. "Nope. And even if I were to get cold. Your plenty warm enough. I'll just hold onto you. Keep you close. Then I'll be just fine." he says playfully. "Your welcome for whatever it is your thanking me for." he says. He pretends not to notice yet he did notice. She blushed deeper. It was a slightly triumphant feeling yet in a good way. He smiles. Waiting til she wrapped those soft slender arms of hers around him...then he gunned it. He didn't go too fast at first. Letting her adjust to it and all that. He smiles. Weaving in and out of traffic. Skillfully and effectively. Not once did his doing so result in someone honking their horn or almost causing an accident.<br/><br/>About ten minutes later they pulled up into one of the most famous and expensive boutiques. And little did Mizo know it...it was also Dox's favorite. (leaving it at that. leaves it open for you to name the place that would be her favorite fashion designer line) He slows the motorcycle and stops it. He puts down the kick stand. And it was very obvious that he reluctantly pulled her arms from around him. As he did it in very slow motion. He then helps her off the bike. "Here is our first stop. Now Dox...don't worry about the price tag. Just get anything and everything you want. Money is not an object." he kisses her cheek. "Expecially not where you are concerned." he says in a soft whisper into her ear. He leads her by her hand up and into the boutique.