Helena raised her eyebrows at the strange man smirking a bit. “Believe it or not the helmet doesn’t interfere with my lips.” She kept eye contact as she slowly stroked the lipstick to her lips and puckered. “Is there a reason why you’re still in my way?”
“Well, I would appreciate an apology. You practically ran me over, after all.” Cisco tapped his chin. “I suppose I could forgive you if you went out to dinner with me.”