Jenna rolled her eyes as she heard the noises from Sephiroth’s motorcycle. At times, she wondered if he was going through the typical symptoms of a mid-life crisis. After all, why else would he want such a loud motorcycle? Not that it mattered. She enjoyed each of her mate’s idiosyncrasies.
~I’m glad that you’re being so receptive to this idea.~
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Desiree nodded in agreement before she looked around. “So, when are we going to be given menus?”