<span style="color: #0000FF">Alez watches her. Her eyes caught his attention. Beautiful and dark. They gave off an air of nighttime mystery. Like the night sky before the moon rises and the stars pop up along along it. He mentally shakes his head. He opens his eyes fully. Looking at her. "I am glad you approve of my bike. She is a beauty. She is my greatest masterpiece. And I am still not quite done with her. Just a couple more parts to save up for. Yet saving up money has never been my forte." his eyes shined like the night sky. A twinkle in them like a teeny tiny star was captured within his gaze. He watches her bite her lip again. And this time that mental groan escaped his lips slightly. He thanked the shadows for hiding his slight arousal from her action. He liked her smile. He climbs back up onto his bike. "Heh...this isn't a park...its an old person convent." he says with a soft laugh.<br/><br/>He listens to her name. Saying it experimentally. "Bluma..." her name flowed off the end of his tongue in a way that mixed a purr with a sensual verbal massage. He smiles. "I like that. Like your name." he says softly. He looks at her. "Hmm? Oh...hell yeah." he grins at her. "What kind of hot blooded male would I be if I didn't jump on the oppurtunity of having the hottest chick I've seen in a very long time...onto my bike." he says. His gaze snatches hers. "Yeah...close contact. Hot ass chick's arms around me. Her hot drop dead gorgeous body pressed into mine." he says in a sexy purr. He reaches over and places on hand on each of her hips. And lifts her up as if she weighed no more than a porceilan doll. Twisting and sets her on the bike. Turning forwards he reaches behind him. Pulling her arms up and around him. Locking them into place on his lower torso. His six pack muscles easily felt beneath hands. Even through his leather top. "Hold on tight." he says softly. "Gonna put this baby in her slowest fast mode....just til we get the hell outta old geezers central." he says softly. Turning on his bike and pulling his legs off. He takes off with ease and skill. Weaving in and out of the trees sprinkling around the side exit of the park.</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #BF00FF">Yima blinks and at her shocked look bites his lower lip in uncertainty. Listening as she talked. His eyes lost that nervousness and listened  closely. He tilts his head to the side. "Oh. I am in a weird way glad you didn't have the money...cuz if you had...you'd have a bought a ticket and then I wouldn't be able to take you." he stammers out shyly. He hugged her back. Blushing his own shade of cherry red as she answered him. "Yes. Awesome! I was so afraid you would say no." he says honestly. Blinking and looks at her. "Meet up?" he echoes. Turning a darker hue of red. "N-no. We won't be meeting up." he stammers out shyly. "I have made us d-dinner plans. For after y-you finish your stuff here." he manages to get out in a nervous stammer. "At that resturaunt you once mentioned you really wanted to try."</span>