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You and Jason finally get out of the gala. It was raining outside. All he had was his motorcycle. You both look at each other and head down the long driveway of the manor. Jason helps you with your helmet and settles you onto the back of his bike before he gets on. “Ready?” he asks with a smile. “Ready,” you say with a nod.
He starts it with a loud rev, and you were both off.
Your red dress was getting more and more soaked, the rain coming down heavily now.
“You wanna stop for takeout?” You hear Jason yell back at you. “Sure,” you answer back over the noise. He brings the bike to a stop outside of your usual takeout spot and helps you get off. You both hurry into the shop, laughing at how crazy you must look.
The few people who sat there gave you looks at your well dressed but soaked forms as you enter. Jason approaches the counter and begins putting in the orders to go. You both shiver as you wait, smiling at each other through it. Admiring Jason in his tight button down helped too. The food gets wrapped up into bags, and Jason pays, picking them up and walking back out with you.
You drive off again to your shared apartment. You were both having the time of your lives. Snickering up the stairs, opening the door with cold hands, and sighing once you were inside. After a much needed hot shower together, you drop onto the couch and dig into the warm, salty food while talking over the movie you were supposed to be watching.