Winifred could still see the worry written all over Isaiah's face, and as much as red flags would have thrown up in her mind if she were all there, she simply couldn't fathom just why he was still so worried. She would puzzle about it later, she was dimly aware, but for now she was just pleasantly oblivious. Winifred was not at all worried about the rest of the evening; the stranger was out of the way and her Isaiah was back. Mine? Winifred even tilted her head to the side, pleasantly distracted with the idea of thinking of Isaiah as her boyfriend. A bit of a possessive and selfish thought, but it wasn't completely unfounded. She giggled out of nowhere, enjoying the thought much more than she would have thought possible. The sound was a bit off, though, as her giggles usually tended to be lighthearted and innocent. The sound in her voice was anything but that, her eyes continuing to shine with her not-so-secret plotting. Isaiah could be as worried as he wanted, she decided, so long as that got them to one of their apartments sooner. Yes, that was a perfect idea.
Winifred was not really all that turned on by tools, but she did appreciate a man who could work with his hands. She smirked at the thought, her mind deciding to reside in the gutter for the rest of the evening. In all honesty, Winifred was not really the kind of girl to be easily turned on at all. Sure, she was quick to blush and have a racing pulse when she was with Isaiah, but she'd never really thought much past the simple stuff. And when she had, she hadn't ever thought she would ever put something into motion this quickly. As quickly as her thoughts turned serious, Winifred whisked them away the moment Isaiah spoke to her again. His words brought a huge smile to her face, and she snuggled closer, making an "mmm" sound. "Good. I'd be all sad if you didn't like it." Winifred hadn't really thought much past getting Isaiah alone, and what she had thought about should have made her blush, but oddly enough her face remained its normal shade. She hummed tunelessly, randomly, and squeezed Isaiah where her arm was wrapped around his waist.
Isaiah's face was always so wonderfully transformed when he smiled and Winifred found herself getting lost again in his eyes. She giggled, the happiest and excitement needing some sort of outlet. "Yes! Maybe take a cross country trip?" Have some real alone time... She chuckled again, this one lower and more mischievous. Winifred could tell that Isaiah really didn't like cars. She'd even offered to drive her truck here, but when he'd mentioned his bike, she'd felt that maybe it was time to take a leap of faith. As they made their way out into the darkness of the twilight, Winifred accepted the helmet and placed it on her head. She fumbled with the clasp and giggled again, fighting to get it fastened. Once she had, she grinned up at Isaiah, waiting for him to get on his bike so she could follow suit. "How fast can we go?" All thoughts of the nighttime and the way it usually made Winifred feel were forgotten in a haze of lust and distraction. Are we home yet?