I looked around the crowded parking and frowned. "Seems like Richie's business has hit stardom," I muttered, searching for parking. Ryder tapped me softly on my upper-thigh and gestured towards an empty space. I pulled up in the parking space and cut off the engine before slipping off the bike and taking off my helmet. "Was that ride exhilarating as you hoped it would be?" I asked watching him remove his helmet and pushed his fingers through his locks of hair. "With you driving, definitely." He answered.
"Looks like Richie is busy tonight," I said to Ryder as we made our way over to the pub. "Well, he does cook good food and his bar is the oldest one in town," Ryder explained, gesturing for me to enter. Richie was standing behind the bar, doing his usual; pouring drinks, and socializing w
