Felicia's bike was already parked at the far end of the garage. She was pulling her helmet off, her hair fell out of it and she shook it out. It was gonna be tangly, she could tell already. But that didn't bother her much. She was clad all in leather today; classy leather, not skanky leather. Pants and jacket. It was how she enjoyed riding. Kept her warm and protected from the wind.
She turned at the sound of another car pulling into the garage, and broke into a grin at the sight of him. "Hey!" She called out, giving a wave.