Saturday: June/7/08
Who: Frankie and Fox When: Afternoon through evening What: Going for a ride! Rating: TBD (Probably PG)
Fox closed his laptop after putting up the away message that was intended to elicit another blush from Frankie. He could tell she was upset and if she'd been down the hall, he'd've already left to go hug her. As it was, she was in Boston and he was going to have to drive to see her. But that wasn't far for a friend. Slipping into his boots, he paused at the thought. He'd been here only a few months and already he had friends and was willing to change a bit of who he was to make someone more comfortable. Like Frankie. He liked her, and because she'd asked he'd stopped hitting on her. It was a definite change for him to be friends with a woman, but he was coming to find that he liked it.
With a smile, he finished getting ready, grabbing his extra helmet for Frankie and leaving the room, not bothering to leave a note for his roommate. The guy was as much as an asshole as Fox, so what the hell did he care?
Within the promised hour, though he'd had a wrong turn or two, Fox had parked his bike in the lot near Frankie's apartment and was knocking on the door, both helmets tucked under one arm. The day was nice and he was glad he'd worn jeans paired with a simple white button down shirt under his jacket. It was nice enough that if they stopped anywhere he wouldn't look too bad, but he'd be comfortable on the bike just driving.