Rob was a man of simplicity; a black leather jacket, gloves, dark jeans tucked into black biker boots, a flash of red on his helmet breaking up the darkness of the rest of his attire. His motorcycle was an old-fashioned beauty, refurbished by Rachel and gifted to him at Christmas. He was getting used to handling it, having only ever ridden horse and cart prior.
Now, he was becoming quite the modern man, zooming through the streets of the island, about to take to the open road with a young lady he'd never even met before. At home, they would have called him a scandal!
He spotted her by the doors, and came to a stop, his feet coming down to steady himself as he did so. He flicked up his visor, and gave her a winning smile. "Hey lass!" he greeted her cheerily. "Ready for some adventure?"