Jaimeson Fitzgerald (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} keepingfitz) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} 20somethings, |
Her question was met with that wonderful smile, before he climbed on to the bike. It roared to life under him, and he looked perfectly at ease on the monster bike. The helmet was handed over when asked for, and once she was in place, he peeled out.
While Jaimeson hadn't bought a bike of his own, it wasn't practical just yet, he often borrowed his uncle's bike. He maneuvered easily through the streets, even speeding up once they hit open road. He loved when he got to borrow his uncle's bike, enjoying these moments when he got to push it. Then, all too soon for him, they were pulling into his driveway, and inside the garage. Magical shields tripped, recognizing him, shutting the garage door behind them.
He removed his helmet, before holding his hand out to help her off the bike. "Welcome to my home, can I get you anything?" he asked while motioning towards the door that led into his kitchen. It was a modest 3 bedroom, 1.5 bath home. Just enough to give his daughter her own room and leave one open for his office. He was rather proud of his little place.