We ride for a long while, just as Rick promised me. We ride through the less touristy neighborhoods of London, and doing a large circle around the city already takes us over three hours. Finally, Rick makes a loop around Hyde Park, and decides to make a stop at a shopping center, both to refill the bike's tank and to stretch a bit. Plus, unlike me, he needs to eat something.
"That was nice!" I exclaim, taking off the helmet.
"We should get you a proper outfit for the motorbike," he says. "I know you're nearly indestructible, but I'm pretty sure you'll still get hurt if I ever get into an accident, and I don't want that."
"It's cute that you worry for me," I put a kiss on his cheek. "And yeah, I'd love to get my own jacket, gloves... My own helmet, too. This one's a bit too large for m
