"That's all I need," he said, jumping out of his seat. Now that he had his mind fixed on that, he didn't want to sit and talk anymore. He'd done enough talking. She could pick his brain later.
"Give me 15 minutes to get changed and I'll meet you in the garage." He didn't wait for her answer, just heading out. Throwing no a pair of jeans and a t-shirt, as well as his leather jacket, he headed to the garage, where he checked over his bike. The smell of grease and oil, while nauseating to some, was a trigger of good memories for him.
When she got there, she'd find him wiping his hands off with a rag, just waiting for her to arrive.