"She's so pretty!" To Navi, the motorcycle was undoubtedly feminine; it had too many curves to be a masculine machine. She could tell he took care of it, which was an adorable quirk that she'd never begrudge him for having.
It really was like flying on the ground: her hair whipped around her face the same way, there was the same cold wind on her skin, and the same exhilarating feeling of just going fast. She was grinning the whole trip, and it almost made her cheeks hurt. She felt her heart beating faster, in a way it hadn''t before. Usually, when she flew, she was the one in control. Letting someone else fly her around was a jump, but it was one she was happy to make.
When they arrived at her building, she tapped him on the shoulder. "Go around to the back, there's a parking spot for me that I don't use." She actually liked her apartment building. She was on the top floor in a one bedroom. Nothing too fancy, but she'd appreciated that she'd replaced someone who seemed to have her tastes; lots of dark greens and browns and comfortable furniture and books.
She hopped off of the bike, trying not to look overeager to get him inside her apartment. She flew up the stairs out of habit, watching him climb them. "Sorry, nine floors and no elevator. I usually just fly onto my fire escape."