As the clock's hands converge at midnight, signaling the end of their time together, the decision to head home is tacitly reached. With a soft rustle of movement, they rise from their seats, the world around them momentarily forgotten. Damien captures her hands within his own, fingers intertwining. His gaze lingers upon her features, tracing the delicate lines of her face with an affectionate reverence that speaks volumes in its silence.
"Do you have a ride back?" she asks. "I can drop you off."
He accepts her request and they head toward her motorbike that is parked outside the pier. He lets out a soft sound of wonder when he notices her approaching the powerful machine. He wasn't expecting her to ride such a powerful one.
Unlocking the seat, she takes out both helmets and riding jackets, offering a pair to him. Damien looks at them as if she's offering him gold. She looks at him impatiently and shakes the clothes to make him take them.
