<div class="floatright">  (http://i1251.photobucket.com/albums/hh549/Holodancer/3sp10nag3/Ysn1g1r_bike_zps69f8bbdc.jpg)  </div>It was indeed Sana's bike that Mayson had heard coming.<br/><br/>Sana was dressed head to toe in black riding leathers that snugly fit onto every curve of her body. Her riding boots had an elevated heel to accent the curve of her legs as well. The helmet matched the outfit with a flat black finish and blacked out visor. Inside the helmet was an assortment of gadgets including a connection to her cell phone and far more importantly... her MP3 player.  The tune of Billy Idol's White Wedding blared away in her ears and she sung along with it. Music was a major part of her life. She couldn't really play any instrument other then a guitar and she was only mildly adept at that, but she prided herself on her vast collection of popular music from the later half of the 20th century. She chuckled at the thought of Mayson putting on the other helmet to the blasting music of Billy Idol playing - both helmets were linked so the riders could talk and listen to the radio or in this case, MP3 player.<br/><br/>Roaring up in front of Mayson, the bike came to an abrupt halt. It had been her intention to just pick up Mayson and go but she looked so good sitting there. Sana paused...<br/><br/><em>I can't believe she's waiting for me... Me? What is this girl thinking? I have to be another one of a string of terrible decisions in her life. That's the only possible explanation and tomorrow... no... tonight it's going to all end.</em><br/><br/>Self doubt wasn't a trait Sana was accustomed to but her love life had pretty much been a train wreck forever. She had spent her entire teens years dating boys and regretting every date. Eventually she just gave up and tucked her head into books then didn't emerge until later in college. That's when she had her first experience with another girl. She always knew that she liked girls.. but holy hell she had no idea just how much. That summer she came out to her parents who supported her but almost had a heart attack. After that she spent the next few years gliding through her advanced degrees and trying to figure out this whole dating thing anew.<br/><br/>Then along came, Mayson and Sana was still trying to wrap her head around that. The last few months with her were a complete blur.<br/><br/>Sana took her helmet off and just smiled at Mayson. The wind took Mayson's long hair and flipped it around in the breezes.<em>So sexy</em>, she thought dreamily.<br/><br/>Sana popped down the kickstand, put her helmet in front of her and stared in stunned silence.