{{
`${userDetail.user.displayName}${userDetail.user.cachedBungieGlobalDisplayNameCode ? `#${standardizeBungieGlobalCode(userDetail.user.cachedBungieGlobalDisplayNameCode)}` : ""}`}}
{{getUserClans()}}
Edited by EvoTymes:
9/23/2015 8:23:39 PM
1
[b]He smiles once he sees her.[/b]
"Wow, you look beautiful."
[b]His brown eyes look up and down at her until he looks into hers eyes, smiling. [/b]
English
-
[b] She blushes.[/b] "You don't look to bad yourself." [b] She smiles.[/b]
-
[b]He flashes a smile [/b] "Thank you."
-
"Out of curiosity, [b] She says glancing at the Harley,[/b] "do you even own a car?" [b] she laughs.[/b]
-
[b]He rubs the back of his neck.[/b] "Uh no. Heh."
-
[b] She chuckles. [/b] "It's okay, the whole biker things kinda hot." [b] She smirks and walks to the bike.[/b]
-
[b]He grins and gets on the bike.[/b]
-
[b] She gets on the bike behind him, wrapping her arms around him.[/b] "The place is called Sakura. It's on 9th street in Tokyo Town." [spoiler] lmao just made that up[/spoiler]
-
"Sounds fancy." [b]He revs the engine then speeds down the street.[/b] [spoiler]Lol alright.[/spoiler]
-
[b] She holds onto him, tighter than necessary, because why not.[/b]
-
[b]He grins as he drives[/b]
-
[b] They arrive at basically the middle of Tokyo Town outside the restaurant. A big pink sign says "Sakura", the entrance being flanked by cherry blossom trees. She steps off the bike.[/b] "Shall we?"
-
[b]He steps off[/b] "We shall."
-
[b] They walk inside and get a table.[/b]
-
"This is nice." [b]He looks around admiring the architect of the Tokyo restaurant.[/b]
-
[b] She grins.[/b] "it is." [b] She orders a glass of sakè and yakatori. [/b] "Big on Japanese food Etana?"
-
"It's great, What do you think about it?" [b]He orders Pho and some tea[/b]
-
"I guess your driving huh? Sorry, I wouldn't have ordered alcohol. It's just been a long day." [b] She starts fiddling with the mans chain around her neck, one that doesn't look like it belongs on a woman.[/b]
-
"It's all right, I have some drinks at home." [b]He looks at the necklace[/b] "Is that yours?"
-
[b] She smiles sheepishly.[/b] "Uhh, no. It isn't. It was my trainers. He gave it to me. Something to remember him by, you could say. It's not what your thinking though. He was like the dad I wished I had."
-
"I see. Who was the guy if you don't mind me asking?"
-
[b] She looks sad when she talks now.[/b] "Jonathan Rorik. Human, the inventor and the only user of the Santoryu style. Until he taught me."
-
"I see, where is he now?"
-
[b] You see tears at the corners of her eyes, and her voice cracks but she tries to remain calm.[/b] "He's dead. Heart attack. And he was only 40. I didn't understand. Still don't."
-
[b]He puts his hand over hers to comfort her.[/b] "I'm sorry for your loss Trinity."
-
"Don't be sorry. It isn't your fault. I appreciate it all the same." [b] She tries to divert the conversation.[/b] "Oh, here comes our food." [b] She smiles as the waitress sets it down.[/b]
