"Oh, you look beautiful tonight."

These sweet words came from Gideon who was sitting on his motorcycle.

Then Gideon chuckled softly when he saw you struggling to put on your helmet. "Let me help you," he says as he carefully puts the helmet on you, his hand reaching out again to brush away the hair that fell on your face.

"Well, perfect. So where are we going today?" He asked from the rearview mirror, you are sitting behind him. His free hand grabs both of yours to wrap around his waist.