Man, it felt good having Peggy on his arm. She looked as she always did - beautiful and elegant, the hat on her head perched at just the right angle, dark hair curling perfectly over her shoulders. Though his own clothes were of modern make, they still had a timeless feel - there wasn't really a time when a white t-shirt, jeans, and a brown leather jacket was out of style - but hers were classic, authentic 1940s. Classy and sensible, just hinting at the curves underneath.
He escorted her back to his bike, eyed the motorcycle, then glanced at her skirt for an instant before looking back to her eyes. "Comfortable riding behind me?"