Brian turned his head to look at her, nothing else. He saw that she was giving him her sweater. He would have said something but then the girl told him not to. He glanced at the sweater that was now in his hands, and then back at the girl. He got off his motorcycle and heard her say that he could stay here for the night if he wanted to. So he started to follow the girl back into the shop. He wasn't wearing the sweater though, as it was still held in his hands. "You don't need to do this.. A girl gets colder faster than a boy does. You don't have to worry so much.." He handed the sweater back to her, draping it over her shoulders. He looked around for a bit again and then at the girl. "By the way... My name's Brian" he started to say, pacing the store for a bit as he made his way toward the dark room behind the counter. He searched for a light switch, and flicked the lights on.<br/><br/>A simple dwelling in here nonetheless. Like a small bedroom of sorts just hidden away in this room. A matress on the floor, a couch in the corner along with a coffee table. Nothing much else was there. He walked over to the couch and sat down, sighing in relief that he could relax for a bit. Maybe by tomorrow morning, he could venture the town or something. It was probably best that he never went back to that city, afraid that he was still wanted of some sort. But, let alone, Brian was growing tired, so he fixed his position to lie down on the couch. It was decently comfortable, he wouldn't complain about it. Slowly, he closed his eyes and drifted to sleep. Only the sounds of his light breathing could be heard in the room. He looked peaceful, and yet, rather attractive for a young man who could have been blessed or cursed with such an appearance. As if, he were a creature that was just too beautiful to not look at.