Jill had promised to take you for a ride on her motorcycle, which is why you're now fumbling around with the zipper of the leather gear as she impatiently beeps her horn.

"Ah finally!" She shoots her hands up in disbelief once you finally come out the house. You find her leaning against her motorcycle with her arms crossed over her chest, a smirk plastered on her face with two helmets in her hands—one for the each of you.