Kijani frowned at Taylor, but left a sizeable tip for the waitress. She picked up her glass of water and drained it dry. "I am ready. Let's go." She stood and smiled, trying not to show too much excitement. In truth, one of her youngest dreams had been to ride a motorcycle. She remembered seeing the sleek, fast bikes weaving in and out between New York traffic, and knew one day that she wanted to be that. Unfortunately, her parents told her that motorcycles were for thugs and delinquents, and that she had no reason to use one when they had a driver. Somehow, the wish still burned in her, deep and private, and hidden even to her until now.