Johnny's bike was idling; the chrome was polished, the tank full. Now all he needed was Hinata.
He trusted that she'd show, though he was a bit concerned she might have second thoughts. She didn't call him to tell him nevermind, so he knew she'd be here. He had her a helmet and hoped she'd dressed the part.
This wasn't a date. Not at all. He was like
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