Leah finally took notice of the helmet that Sev set down, and inwardly shouted in glee to know that he had a motorcycle. If there was anything more sexy than going down on a girl while she's looking at you dead set in the eyes, is being on the back seat of a motorcycle where the driver couldn't give two shits about the traffic around him. Despite these being just thoughts, she was looking a little dreamy at Sev until he shouted out to another person who had just arrived.<br/><br/><em>Well, shit...</em>she thought to herself.<em>First he comes up here and ruins my thing, then he goes ahead and ignores me. What a piece of work.</em>Leah sighed dejectedly, picking up her shirt, scarf, and her bags off the floor and placing them in the supplied closet. It was a nice enough day to just walk around in a bikini set and a short skirt. "You can go help her if you want... but I think you're too cool for that." She smirked, sitting down on the edge of her bed, looking at Sev and waiting for another smart remark.