“Well thank you, Katherine. My services are open 24/7 - and by that, I mean my. mimosa making skills,” he joked, leaning against the counter so that he was slightly closer to her - a smirk playing on his lips as he took another drink, letting his eyes drift to her lips and then back up to her eyes. Was Kaspian expecting to be enjoying the day with a beautiful stranger that he met merely half an hour ago? No, but did he mind it? No again. Honestly, it was refreshing… and that wasn’t just because she was cute - which, mind you, she was.
That was partly what was on his mind as he grabbed a button-up, and it didn’t diminish as he walked back to her slowly buttoning the shirt up as she noted that his current state was, indeed, better than his last one. Now that he was dressed, it was, of course, time to do what he promised - which was to lead her out to the track and have that ride he was actually quite excited for. [color= #b78c36] “You’ll soon realize that I always keep my word,” [/color] he responded to her sentiment, though, as she asked about the bathroom and soon disappeared, he simply shrugged it off and walked outside to the backyard garage where there were about 12 dirtbikes on display. Man, rich people really did have their niches huh? Well, who was Kaspian to judge? He was simply… hmm… borrowing it for a moment. Grabbing two bikes, Kaspian led them both out to the door - one a deep shade of red and another that was a soft purple that almost reminded him of the girl inside.
Alongside the bikes, Kaspian also made sure to grab some gear for the two of them including gloves, helmet, and some pads just in case before waiting by the exit as he scrolled through his phone on the wretched app called Instagram where people practically edited their fake lives for everyone to see. What a scam, if you asked him. Though, Kaspain did follow a few students at C. High, which naturally resulted in him rolling his eyes seeing all the lovey-dovey “Happy Valentine’s Day” posts. Could people really be so cheesy as to get banners for their Valentine’s saying something along the lines of “Will you be my Valentine’s”. Honestly, Kaspian had forgotten what today was - though it did make sense why his client was complaining about her husband not getting her flowers and how appreciative she was of a big, strong man being there. though she also usually said that during their sessions, so it wasn’t technically out of the ordinary.
He only found himself looking away from his phone when he heard his entire name from the girl he had brought back to this… lovely residence. Ahh, using his thing, are we - Katerine Burton. Cute. He raised his eyebrow as she repeated his thing with saying her entire name, though didn’t respond to it as she crossed her arms against her chest. “You know, Katherine Burton, you are an interesting one,” he responded to her what are we waiting for before handing her a purple helmet. “Just waiting for you,”
Though a soft laugh escaped his lips when she talked about betting. He had already started putting his helmet on and had moved over to the gloves sitting on one of the bikes. “Why don’t we just make it easy and say whoever gets back to the start of the track first? But… what were you thinking?” he asked with a grin. [color= #b78c36] “How about this, Miss Expert. If I win… hmm… take a dip in the hot tub with me before you disappear to school with that doctor’s note I promised you? Ride included and if you win… well… I don’t exactly know what you want if you win, Katherine. So… Katherine Burton…” [/color] he started, stepping closer to her so that he was right in front of her, looking down. “What do I owe you if you win?”