Transcendence
Just Drifting
As he neared the restaurant slowed down. A slight feeling of regret building in his chest. He didn't want to stop yet. Pulling up to the curb he climbed off setting his helmet on the seat. "This is the place right?" He ruffles his hair a little to get the helmet out of it. He left his hat back at HQ, no point in letting it get ruined. "Would you like a brush I keep one in that saddle bag." He says pointing to the bag closest to her.