Brady slowly walked his motorcycle backwards into the parking spot in front of the store. Having a helmet on felt foreign to him, he hadn't worn one in years. In fact he'd even been racing with out it, but considering the store he was now entering, he felt it best if no one recognized him.<br/>As he walked through the door and he heard the bell, he soon knew that everyone would be looking. Noticing the women in the store, and catching part of a conversation he was glad he hadn't been a part of, he could only hope that when he pulled his helmet off, that his face would be back to its normal color.  Pulling his helmet off revealed his short dark brown hair and a five o'clock shadow, which seemed to match his jeans and t-shirt style quite well, and made it obvious he was only mid 20's.<br/><br/>Looking for a place to set his helmet, he knew what was coming next, it was the question that would surely focus all attention on him. He wasn't sure which girl was running the store, but any good salesperson wouldn't let him in the door without asking it. The only question was which girl was about to do the asking.