"I'll say what my bike does and doesn't need. It's not like you had any complaints getting on it before." And that was all he was going to be saying about anything to do with his bike, his mind focusing more on the first things that she'd said.
"Fuck you Autumn. If a steak was all it took for me to be here with you why the fuck would I have ever climbed the side of your damn building or brought you a fucking hammock? Neither of those were fucking asked for." He was fully angry at her now, almost grinding his teeth, "I just thought dinner might be nice, and waiting for me to get here and cook it would have just had us waiting longer than wanted. And I wanted to eat dinner quickly so that we had the rest of the night for whatever the fuck we needed including me giving you this." Ty then pulled out a flat, red velvet jewelry box from his pocket that covered the palm of his hand and set it on the corner of the counter. "But apparently I only wanted the fucking food so I'll be going now. Keep the fucking paint job." The last sentence was muttered over his shoulder as he dug into his pocket for his keyys and headed for the living room door.