Abby quickly changed into a pair of comfortable pants and grabbed a jacket before rejoining Remo in the living room. He was waiting there, looking just as handsome and charming as ever, and she couldn't help but feel a flutter of excitement in her chest.
"Ready," she announced, giving him a playful grin.
Remo nodded in approval, his eyes appreciating her choice of attire. "Perfect," he said, offering her his arm. "Shall we?"
Abby looped her arm through his, their fingers naturally entwining, and they made their way to the door. The crisp evening air greeted them as they stepped outside.
Abby's eyes widened as she spotted the sleek sports motorcycle parked in front of the house. It was a striking machine, a black beauty with bold red stripes running down its sides. The bike looked fast and powerful, with shiny chrome details catching the light.
"W-we are riding on that?" She asked,
