"I'm not getting on that deathtrap."
All her life she'd played things safe. That had worked well for her until her wedding day when her life changed forever. Even still, she had to put her foot down on this way.
"Don't be dramatic." Tristan chastised fondly. "Alright, I promsie not to go fast and rough unless you beg me to."
"I'll still be riding it."
Massive and black as night, it pulsed with a horsepower engine, thick tyres vibrating over the ground. No matter how slick the motorcycle looked, Audrey would have to be crazy to mount it.
"Ok, I've got just what you need." He unstrapped a helmet from around the wide head of the vehicle and offered it to her like a gift. "Will this do?"
"Where's the rest of it?"
"Rest of what?"
"The full body armor. Better safe than sorry." She refused to look at Deckard sitting patiently on a separate motorcycle of same features.
