three am.

twenty eight percent

Like glass, the night's silence was shattered by the roar of a motorcycle gleaming beneath the starlight. She hopped off the sleek blue bike with a smile that reached her eyes.

He ogled at her under the dim light of the lamppost. A rush of admiration and exasperation mingled in his senses as he tried to wrap his head around it all. It was Friday, precisely three am and there she was with the noiciest machine he'd ever heard.

Him: I.. um.. what?

She laughed as she gestured to the bike with pride on her face and a smirk that could give Draco Malfoy a run for his money.

Him: I think that's too much.

Her: No it's not, come on!

Him: Can't we just talk tonight? I'm not up to anything crazy to be honest.

It was true. Although he was quite amused by her wild antics, it just wasn't what he preferred. He preferred a quiet three am filled with secrets and stolen glances. He preferred seeing their flaws laid down before them instead of pretending they did not exist. He preferred meeting the real her, and getting lost in her eyes.

Her: But there's nothing left to talk about.

She hid her eyes at that moment, and he failed to notice. Actually, there was a lot she could say. She could, but she wouldn't.

Him: hmm.

Her: yeah.

Him: fine, okay. Let's see where this bad boy will take us then.

A faux smile on his face; a look of dismissiveness on hers.

Her: never mi- -

Just then the flash of red and blue lights illuminated the whole street.