Unique

Thunder

"Hey." A man with a long blonde ponytail elbows his redheaded friend. "Looks like another douche on his crotch rocket made his way in."

The muscular man pushes up his googles a wide smirk creeping up his face, "That is not another cocky jackass." The rider of the Kawasaki Ninja takes off their black helmet revealing a pure white tempered pixie cut with a textured top, "That is an opportunity. Maybe you could see that if you were hiding behind that tin can." The pale man knocks the metal welding mask his friend was wearing.

The ivory girl approaches her long legs clad in black leather pants and combat boots, "I heard that someone named Eustass Kid gives the best paint jobs in town."

The tall man wipes some sweat from his brow, "Yeah that would be me. I am the best when it comes to anything mechanical in South City."

"Then you can paint my bike for me," she unzips her maroon jacket revealing a tight black tank top that her breasts were nearly popping out of.

The redhead cleans his greasy hands with a rag, "Absolutely."  He usually only did motorcycles because he believed that those who road crotch rockets were prestigious pricks but for a woman that looked like that he couldn't say no, "What color are you thinking?"

"Matte black with metallic pink accents and rims." The girl grins fixing her helmet hair.

The taller man snorts making his way over to the girl, "Kind of girly."

The beauty supplies a smug smirk stepping up to him, "I am a girl. I am pretty sure you have noticed too by how much you have been staring at my chest."

Something hot and primal zipped through the air.

"Pretty fierce for someone that looks so angelic," Kid's lets out a chuckle openly giving the girl a once over.

"And your about as sleazy as I would expect from someone with wild hair and glowing amber eyes like a devil," The girl retorts checking out the man in return, "You going to paint it or are you all talk cause I can find someone else." She scuffs back a couple of steps with a thumb over her shoulder.

"Feisty aren't yeah." The man bites a painted lip. She was his type of girl, "It will take about a week to get the pink in but to make up for it I'll give you a friend's discount."

The white-haired girl chuckles to herself; she knew he wouldn't be able to say no to these curves. They exchange numbers.

"See you in a week angel." The redhead waves as the woman straddles her bike seat putting her helmet on.

"Later devil boy." She calls out before she snaps her visor down and speeds off.

A low whistle leaves his lips, "What a woman huh Killer." He slaps his friend's shoulder going back to work on a bike.

"Whatever you are thinking about doing to that girl, it can you wait until after the job gets done," The blonde grumbles, "I don't want to lose any more business due to your escapades."

*Rosaline*

Before I close my umbrella, I give it a few shakes causing water droplets to scatter in every direction.

Slowly unzipping my lemon yellow raincoat, I face the red-carpeted staircase to the dance studio.

Sanji messaged me on Monday that Bon was adamantly begging him to get me to come back to the studio so he could profusely apologize.

I ascend the stairs arguing with myself if I should have called first instead of just stopping in after my shift. Part of me must have been hoping the building would have been closed at 6 o'clock at night.