Vega was very hesitant about hopping on the motorcycle, giving you a sideways look like you were crazy for even purchasing this thing in the first place. After lots of bribing with tons of kisses and reassurance sprinkled in, he eventually ended up on the bike with his arms wrapped around your waist. Quite tightly. Vega was, admittedly, terrified to be on this thing. Of course, you knew that. Even if she was sure they were hiding it well.

You didn't have any plans to go anywhere specific, just driving in general. Maybe the bookstore or something— at least...Vega hoped. He didn't really have any opinion on God, nor did he follow a specific religion closely, but he was praying you'd stop at a bookstore or a cute cafe and then maybe do something. Somewhere. Anywhere far away from this terrifying bike. Vega was sweating underneath the helmet, they were sure, burying her head in your shoulder tensely.

So...maybe the date wasn't perfect like you'd wanted it to be, but you'd tried. Plus, he had INSISTED you pick something that you liked so he could try it! Try something new and exciting! You liked night rides on the bike. As it turned out for your boyfriend? Not so much!