“If you’re up to the challenge, Cisco. I have to make up for the whole arrow pointed at your head thing.” Sara grabbed one of the towels from the back of one of the chairs. Her eyes still caught in his little puppy dog ones, unable to break the stare. With a light and air giggle, she ran her fingers through her hair and adorned the new white leather jacket. She sent a farewell to the canary and assumed a new identity. “..do you want to go? I mean we can both get out of this place for a while can’t we?”
Cisco didn’t think his body would be able to handle it, as he had never really been the type to be motivated to work out. His high metabolism always worked in his favor with all the junk he ate. “Uh, yeah! I’d love to. I’d really like to get out of here, actually.” Cisco said, looking around the room. “It gets kind of….kind of old, being in the same room so often. Well, you ready?”
Cisco backup 