- tell me that you have one of those ugly Teslas."

As they take off, her hold is firm, but not insanely tight, proving that Maggie is relaxed and enjoying the ride.

"Let's just say that I have a unique version of a gut feeling. It hasn't steered me wrong yet."

With herself comfortable on the second seat and her feet resting on the passenger footrests, she would laugh a little bit about his other ride.

"So you've got a Maserati? Or perhaps an Audi. Just don't

- and place her arms around his waist.

"The beach, huh? Then we'd better get a leg shaking, mister," she quips with a grin and places down the windshield of her helmet.

"Believe me when I say that I tolerate a lot more people than I don't. But I also stay fairly much to myself when I'm not working."

When the helmet is tossed her way, Mags catches it and puts it on, ensuring that it is strapped securely under her chin.

She'd then straddle the bike behind the man -

"There isn't any book, even of spells, that are as riveting as you are." Aw! Look at her flirting, just because.

"My day was sort of relaxing. I've been working through all of the Yule and Christmas stuff that needs to go up. What about yours, sweetheart?"

- while since I've ridden on a motorcycle."

//Boo-freaking-hoo! So you got blocked. How childish, immature to call out people who obviously feel or felt uncomfortable and decided to protect their peace. This isn't going to make them look bad, but it will prove why you're getting blocked. You pretty much called yourself out.

When Johnny came in with the tea and the wine, Maggie would be found reading as the fire warmed the room. As he sat down after putting the drinks on the table, the book is closed and set aside.

"You know me quite well. Thank you, sweetheart." She says with a grateful smile.

You're welcome and I thank you for the follow back. ♥️