He took his last drink of wine and stood, pulling his wallet from his back pocket. "Well then, let us take out leave, shall we?" he said as he dropped a hundred dollar bill on the table. As the waitress came up, he shook his head at her to keep the change and hand on the small of his beautiful female's back, he lead her back out the car. He opened her door and helped her get in.<br/><br/>As he made it back to his side, he realized his heart was beating a mile a minute. It had been quite some time since a female had made him feel this way. Taking her to dinner was one thing but this allowed them to get more comfortable with each other and he really liked that and had a feeling he'd really enjoy that with her.<br/><br/>He pulled away from the curb and drove the two block to the bar. It was a bit of an old motorcycle gang bar, a line of bike's parked out front. Parking, he looked over at her in her pretty dress and heals. Maybe this hadn't been such a good idea.