Sterling loved the cold. Sterling was also a pussy when it came to the cold. Gosh, why did something so amazing have to sting so badly? Wintertime was the most beautiful time of the year yet it was a bitch to get around in. At least he could wear cute clothes though. God just LISTEN to him, cute clothes.
The man was fussing over the very idea of it as he nervously bundled up, scarf, peacoat, gloves, hat. Having an audience was just nerve wracking. “H-hold on I just need to grab something…” At the very least, he could take Fae’s latest letter back home with him and write a response that night. With great care her little note was folded and put securely inside a pocket. “Alright, I’m ready to go.”
“Also I’ve… no I’ve never ridden one before.” That scarf sure could hide his nervous expression well. What if they fell off a cliff and DIED for gods sakes?! “But um… it shouldn’t be so bad. Just tell me what to do, okay?”
He didn’t DARE ask Rufus’ opinion on his writing, oh no. No he couldn’t bear the thought of hearing him say how terrible it was. That would just break the white shade’s heart.
He held the door open for Sterling, stepping out and watching him lock up. “Seriously? Well, bikes don’t seem all that popular out here I guess. Back home, there were more people on bikes or scooters than cars, swear to god.” Rufus, being Rufus and not some actually self-aware, thoughtful individual, slung an arm around Sterling’s shoulders. “An’ don’t worry, man. I promise, this’ll be fun and I’m a really safe driver so you’ll have nothing to worry about.”
Just like that, Sterling’s shoulder was released and Rufus was walking a little ways down the street. “I don’t even know where we should head to. Just wanted to go for a drive, you know? You have anywhere you wanna go with me?” The red haired man glanced back with a playful smile, and stopped in front of an alley way. He turned, took a few steps down - and tossed a second helmet Sterling’s way once the baristo had caught up to him.
He was standing next to a fairly modest motorcycle, all things considered. What had been a splurge, really, as far as his pay grade went, but really didn’t amount to much. It had an extra large seat, though, so there was plenty of room for Sterling to sit. “I mean, seriously, anywhere at all, Sterling.”
1 year ago