Danny snorted. "Why does everybody assume I'm a minor? I'm nineteen." He didn't sound too irritated about it. He'd been told about his baby face before. Not for the first time, he was considering growing some facial hair that would, hopefully, make him look older.
Of course, she didn't look too old either. Not that he had looked too hard. No, of course not. "I've been riding these things since birth, and I was a bike messenger in Brooklyn. It's all good." He was also old enough, or he felt old enough at any rate, that most of the stupid stunts were out of his system.
Most. There might be one or two still in there, but he wouldn't do them with someone riding with him. "So, you want to head to the apartments first, so you can get set up and drop your stuff? Or were you thinking coffee first?" Danny didn't mind either way. He might not live at the apartments, but he was on good terms with the people there. He could hang out and wait, if Jessica wanted to stop there first.