Riley glanced up and smiled when she saw Alex. "Hey!" She said, walking over towards him. "Thanks, again, for coming." She said. She climbed on behind him. "I owe you once." She said, grinning. She always wanted to ride on the back of a motorcycle, just something about the thought sent shivers down her spine and gave her an adrenaline rush. She wrapped her arms around his stomach, holding on tightly to him, her cheek resting on his back as they took off. It was a beautiful day and she could feel the looks at them. Not many people rode motorcycles in Seattle, only a couple handful of people, and she felt pretty damn lucky to be one of those people.

She frowned when they reached her loft building. Riley got off and smiled at him. "Again, thank you. Oliver is just always busy." She said, shrugging. "I don't blame all this overtime he is putting in, he said he wanted to make sure this case was settled before the wedding so he can take some time off." She said. Giving him a hug and quick peck on the cheek, followed by a good-bye, she entered in her code and waited for the door to bing open, and when it did she made her way to her loft room.

When getting there, she yawned. There wasn't much for her to do. The loft was clean. She turned over towards the art easel and smiled. Quickly, she changed into a pair of black sweats and an old white shirt and black socks. She pulled her hair into a messy bun and went over to the easel. She scratched the painting she had been working on and started on something new.