<span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="font-family: baseballscript;">Bluma</span></span><span style="font-size: 85%; line-height: 116%;"> the Wilted Rose</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #FF80FF">Bluma smiled at his smart mouth, she was glad she could hide it the smile that crept inside her. The rush and speed of the bike hit her causing her grip to tighten, her sight that of his jacket. Even with the rush of the wind blowing past her as the bike weaved, a scent caressed her cheek it was coming from the leather jacket. She realized she would always now think of him when she smelled that scent secretly she liked the idea. With the bike halted and still the view of the water, the sky and water becoming one over the horizon. "I can see why" she said her small frame leaned over a metal rail she looked almost childlike looking over the water but her features were that of a woman. Serene and tranquil did she feel which was odd she thought with a small laugh to herself, she was always bored but not since she spotted her leather wearing god. He had filled her whole afternoon with excitement to the point that she had become pleased. Not an easy feet as her old suitors had known well enough being discarded like nothing. She wasn't any easy girl she made guys work for what she had to offer and if they weren't game then she moved on quick enough. <br/><br/>Bluma sat on the metal bar her boots clinking against the metal as her feet swayed her skirt laid still across her legs. "So what to do now?" she said eying Alez coyly with a smile her back to the horizon.</span>