She shrugged and moved to the bike quickly to get on before him. With an easy swing of her left leg it was up and over as if she had mount a bike a thousand times.
Or whatever.
Kytana then pat the space in front of her with one hand, eyes flicking from Tony to the house. With her luck her parents were spying through the window watching her miserable attempts at flirting and/or seducing some boy.