He isn't gone long. When he comes back out, he's holding a small bouquet and looking bemusedly at what seems to be a description of the flowers in it. The bouquet itself gets very carefully wrapped in its tissue paper and tucked into the saddlebag next to the helmet.
"One more stop," he says, apologetic. "Then wherever you want to go."
Steve settles back onto the bike, waits to make sure Olivia is ready, and then pulls back out onto the street. From there, they go south, avoiding the bigger streets as much as is possible in this part of the city.
Where they end up is a block on 53rd crowded with corporate buildings in neutrally impressive designs - and punctuated by a small pocket park. The space is dotted with tables and trees and backed by a waterfall fountain. He climbs off the bike, retrieves the flowers, and turns them over in his hands, not quite looking at Olivia. "If you wouldn't mind staying here. I promise, I won't be long."
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"One more stop," he says, apologetic. "Then wherever you want to go."
Steve settles back onto the bike, waits to make sure Olivia is ready, and then pulls back out onto the street. From there, they go south, avoiding the bigger streets as much as is possible in this part of the city.
Where they end up is a block on 53rd crowded with corporate buildings in neutrally impressive designs - and punctuated by a small pocket park. The space is dotted with tables and trees and backed by a waterfall fountain. He climbs off the bike, retrieves the flowers, and turns them over in his hands, not quite looking at Olivia. "If you wouldn't mind staying here. I promise, I won't be long."