Fox followed her back to the tire swing, since the bike was parked nearby and it didn't make sense for her to run to him, just to walk back to the bike. Shrugging into his jacket, he slipped into his helmet, all the while watching her.
He was pretty hungry, but he wasn't sure if he could stand eating dinner with her without wanting to kiss her again. "I dunno. I think I should probably just take you home, Sparky."