space between brows furrows, holding back a tiny smile. eyes move from him to crying sky. “do i look like i'm made of sugar?” words slip carefree, with a hint of jest. “but that jacket of yours certainly does.”
perched against aged brick, carefully tucked beneath awning to protect an overpriced jacket. “ if only you had an 𝑎rrowcar to get you through this storm .. ” crooked grin * already framing lips.
scoffing, digits take helmet off to offer him a similar smile. “anything is an excuse for you to say hi, isn't it?” steps away from the bike, seeking shelter under awning. “got a towel?”
hues study the architecture before it falls upon her. “and yet it's getting your shoes all wet.” turns off engine, guiding steps towards her. “yeah, if you don't mind.”
a single finger points at the aged and rather dirty awning , the color now faded . “ it’s old , but it does the trick . want a smoke ? ” lifting her pack in offering , giving it a shake in emphasis .
back pressed to cold brick , cigarette held between scar-flecked fingers . “ you look miserable . if you don’t like the rain , at least come under the awning . ”