The male asked through his red helmet. Looking over towards his friend.
The male asked through his red helmet. Looking over towards his friend.
she kept her hand hovering.
“The hell are you doing?!”
“The hell are you doing?!”
those golden green eyes peaking up at him before her hand moved to his helmet.
He said in a low tone, his helmet still on. Trying to break free from the handcuffs around his wrists.
“The hell are you doing?!”
He said in a low tone, his helmet still on. Trying to break free from the handcuffs around his wrists.
she adjusted on his lap, nose still in her book.
Comfy?
He said in a low tone, his helmet still on. Trying to break free from the handcuffs around his wrists.
Comfy?
flipping the page in her book.
Comfy?
“Hm, you tell me.”
His hands reach behind his helmet, disengaging it. Allowing his face to be shown.
“You wanna split pizza with me, you fly and I pay?”
Her spreading awareness has helped.
She appreciates that.
Her spreading awareness has helped.