Abigail angrily pouted at Roman, but slowly wrapped her arms around his waist like he instructed. “I don’t think I’ll ask anytime soon.” She grumbled, watching him ponder over where to take her. “You are a strange guy. I don’t know you very well either, so I wouldn’t know if you would be a trustworthy person.” Abigail added. Preferably, she would rather go home, but interestingly enough, she wouldn’t mind going somewhere else. Maybe going somewhere other than home would work just as good to distract herself 

But Roman didn’t even gave her a chance to respond to his question about ice cream, already revving up his motorcycle and started heading over to the guy in the cart. Huffing a little, Abigail kept a tight hold on him, a bit nervous with her first motorcycle ride. “Thanks for taking me out for ice cream, but I can pay for myself!” She called out to him, not wanting to seem like a gold digger. “I don’t mind paying for myself, don’t waste your money.” As much as she supposed he was trying to treat her with some ice cream as a way of being nice, she didn't want to take advantage of this guy. It didn't feel right, and besides, having company was more than enough for her.