Ivy smiles and bids farewell to everyone, looping her arm through his and leading him to his car. Then past it. She stops in an alley a bit of ways away, frowning curiously at nesting rats. Careful to not disturb them, she removes a dirty, ragged tarp to reveal a black Harley in very good shape. She tosses him a helmet and pulls one on herself. “Do you want to move your car so it doesn’t get stolen?”
Winter blushes faintly, but her frown shifts into a small smile. “Well what did you think?”