When L.L. texted Bucky the day before she hadn't expected to find herself browsing the clothing racks at a sports shop for motorcycle gear. She originally wanted to go horseback riding, but when he wouldn't stop talking about motorcycles when she asked for his opinion on riding, she gave up and suggested they go bike riding instead. That seemed to be just the right thing say because almost immediately he was going on about helmets and motorcycle gear. He seemed excited at the prospect of taking her out on his Harley which in turn had her excited. Horseback riding could wait; motorcycling was just fine.
L.L. browsed through the racks with a critical eye. Riding gear was needed specifically to keep a rider safe while riding, but she had no intention of sacrificing style just for the sake of safety. Luckily, it seemed the companies that specialize in gear understood that and sold a variety of good looking pieces. This was both good and bad. Good because she had choices and bad because... well, she had choices. She had been given a time limit which cut down the time she would usually take to find just the right combination of clothes, boots, and accessories in half. This was going to prove difficult, but the promise of a dinner and a movie if she managed to not exceed the limit was good motivation.
"Hmm a couple things," she replied, grabbing a pair of leather pants from the rack and giving it a look over. With a satisfied nod, she moved to another rack and picked up a leather jacket she had been eyeing previously. "Okay! I'm going to go try these on." She waved an employee over who dutifully unlocked the dressing room door so that she could change.
After a few minutes of muttering and grumbling, she emerged from the dressing room with the ensemble on. The pants were tight, but didn't seem terribly so and the jacket hugged her upper body nicely. "So, what do you think?" L.L. flashed him a smile and turned in a circle so he could see the full outfit. "I'm wondering if the pants might be a little tight."