<strong>Name: </strong>Jack Harth<br/><strong>Time: </strong>About a year ago<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Elena<br/><br/><strong>"Avalon Hills apartments. We're about two blocks south, one block west from the bar."</strong>She hadn't really asked where they were, but he offered that bit of info to her anyways. He got all dressed up in his biker gear, just pulling it on on top of his other clothes, put his boots on and laced them up, then moved towards the door, grabbing his helmet off of the table as he did so.<br/><br/>He would unlock and open his door, and keep it open, looking back to her.<strong>"You ready? Make sure you've got everything."</strong>He would patiently wait for her, aware that as time slipped by he was unlikely to get to his first class on time, but he was not too worried about that; he had more important things.<br/><br/>When she was ready to leave, he'd lead her out of the building, making sure his place was locked up, and lead her back to the bar, where their bikes were.<strong>"I'm serious, you know. I'm not the kind of man that just says things."</strong>He would say, pretty much out of the blue.<strong>"Tenacity's my greatest virtue, you know."</strong>He would say with a laugh.<br/><br/>Soon enough, though, he was mounting up on his ride. He would linger long enough to see if she had anything to say to that.