Helena laughed, a real laugh, and smiled at him. “I’m hardly wrong, handsome,” she teased, stroking his cheek. “You have to get off first, though. Unless, of course, you were wanting to just stay out in the cold on a motorcycle for the night.”
“Oh. Yeah. Heh.” He laughed nervously, standing up and swinging his leg over the bike. Cisco held out a hand for the other with a smile.
Cisco backup 