Roman bit his lip to suppress a grin when Abigail thanked him for saving her and said that she would forgive his scene at Morning Star earlier that morning. It sounded like he was in. He just hoped his damned misfortune would stay away for once so he wouldn’t lose her trust again. He still couldn’t put his finger on it, but there was something different about this girl, something that kept him wanting to come back. No other woman had ever had an effect like that on him. It was strangely off-putting and addictive at the same time.

“Nah,” he shrugged when the waitress asked—probably jokingly, but he didn’t know her well enough to tell—if he was the real Spiderman. “The name’s Roman; Roman Sousa.” He held out his hand to shake hers and smiled in a friendly manner. “Nice to meet you again, Abigail the Waitress.” He fought off a victorious laugh when she asked if he could take her somewhere else. [i]Awfully trusting of strangers, aren’t you?[/i] he thought, his eyes sweeping over her hungrily. It was almost too easy… But he wasn’t about to give away his real intentions: to score a one night stand with this beautiful woman.

“Of course,” Roman said. He stepped over to his bike, which was still parked on the sidewalk, popped up the kickstand, and swung his leg over the side of it. He patted the small passenger seat behind him, grinning impishly at Abigail. “Ever ridden a motorcycle before, pretty lady?”