Nessa was in the elevator, with her motorcycle boyfriend. He was stood there, arms crossed, helmet still on. She could see the tattoos on his forearms with a slight vein popping out, he was quite the attractive guy. She was looking in the mirror of the elevator, wiping the bit of dried mascara from the outer corner of her eye, tucking her hair behind her ear. Aren was just watching her, he was hundred percent smiling under that helmet of his, admiring her while she was fixing herself up. "Baby." He suddenly spoke, uncrossing his arms. Moving just a bit more closer to her, causing his hand to meet her waist.

Nessa looked up at him, his helmet now off and in his other hand. She didn't even notice him take it off before he moved over to her. "Mm?" She muttered, tilting her head to the side slightly. Before his lips went onto hers, he gave her a few kisses on the lips. He must of been wanting to do that for a while now when having his helmet on the whole ride and somewhat in the elevator. Aren pulled back when the elevator doors opened, letting them out into the apartment building hallway. "Let me take that for you." He said, taking her handbag. Aren was now carrying his helmet and her hand bag, along with his backpack on his back. He didn't care holding this much for her because Nessa knew how much he loved her and all the things he'd do for her.

They walked down the hallway to their apartment, ending the night. After a dinner date, now going home to cuddle.