GENEVIEVE
We're going to buy some suits, since he can't just show up in his leather jacket, even though it's a killer look. So I end up buying a few things for myself. I lose track of time with all the shopping we do, but I don't mind. Being busy is good. I'm the type who shouldn't have much free time, because it'll all be spent overthinking until I go crazy.
By the time Chris drops me off, it's late. It takes me a few moments to pull my pencil skirt up my thighs. I had to climb up so I could sit behind him, and I used the bags to cover myself. Apparently, pencil skirts and Harleys aren't the best of friends. My hair is also the enemy of my helmet because it gets stuck inside it. For the third time today.
"Stupid hair." I groan as I struggle to untangle it without ripping it out
