“Maybe it’s none of your damn business where I’m ‘rushing off to,’” Helena spit back, fluffing her hair and pulling some lipstick out of her pocket.
“I’m pretty sure putting lipstick on and then putting your helmet on would defeat the purpose of putting lipstick on in the first place.” Cisco remarked, rolling his eyes and glancing to the traffic signal. The blinking red hand had just turned red and here he stood, still in front of her front tire. Cisco crossed his arms and gave the woman a smirk.
Cisco backup 