too close

⁰⁸ / " why are we at hooters ? "

《 ✦ TOO CLOSE ✦ 》

'Whatever I say, huh?' You thought.

You take his hand in yours and gaze at him. "Can we please go out to dinner?" With puppy dog eyes, you ask.

He rubs his wrist as he rolls his eyes and removes his hand from yours. "And how'd we get there?" He questions.

Your eyes opened when you recalled that you had come with Jean and Marco and that they were still in there.

"I'll pay if you drive us in whatever vehicle you came in," you said, raising your eyebrows as you poked his shoulder and then shook your purse around your shoulder with a hand.

He stares at a motorcycle before returning his attention to you. "Have you ever been on a motorcycle?" He asked you. 

You looked and admired the black color of the motorcycle. It looked luxurious. You returned his stare, "Nope, I haven't. But, you can change that."

He laughed and snatched your hand while walking up to the motorcycle. "Then hop on," he said, a smile on his face. He texted someone before both of you got on the vehicle.

You tried to look over, but the message was covered. "I'm texting Mikasa to tell her to get a ride with Armin or something," he said. You nod, that makes sense because they're siblings and most likely came to this party together.

He sat down on the motorcycle and retrieved his keys from his jeans pocket. He then inserted it into the socket and started the motorcycle.

He put the motorcycle in neutral after starting it and then looked at you. He gave you direction to hold his lower waist while riding, for safety reasons.

Also, he fitted you with a solid black helmet. You cinched the straps around your lower chin and followed his orders. You were new to motorcycles and had no experience with them.

It felt as though you were floating when he began to ride. You quickly squeezed his lower waist, attempting to maintain your hold on him.

He chuckled as he looked back at you before turning his eyes to the street. You liked it because it was a novel feeling. It felt even livelier once you were on the road and out of the neighborhood. 

The wind blew through your hair, and it was the most thrilling feeling you'd ever had. Jogging was the only thing that came close to this feeling before, and even that was nothing compared to the rush of adrenaline and freedom that riding on your first motorcycle offered.

Taking this trip with Eren was the best decision you've ever made. You've always wanted to be like the wind, and now you have.

When you looked at Eren, you found that the wind was also rushing through his hair. He looked breathtaking in his presence.

You return your gaze to the ground, aware that if he detects your gaze, he will make a mistake and cause a wreck. You put your head on his back, angled, to keep his hair out of your face.

When he arrived at a restaurant, the sensation died down after a few minutes. You raised your head to look around, realizing it was time to leave.

When you saw him attempting to rise, you pulled your hands away from his waist. He stood up and slipped the keys from the motorcycle into his pocket. Eren's messy bun looked even messier now. If this was his way of transportation, it's no wonder his hair was always messy.

He then bent down and unbuckled your helmet before putting it on the handle. As he raised his hand towards yours, he said, "Come on, loser."

You let him take your hand as he raced up to the door's entrance. You're alone in the waiting room when Eren requests a table for two, and you notice a sign that says "Hooters."