Misha stood as well. The chair was pushed in. Neatness counts.
The walk back to where he parked seemed to go a lot faster this time. The bike appeared to not have been molested while they were gone, which was good because he didn't want to explain to Anya that he was distracted by a redhead and now needed to repair the engine.
"Jacket?" He held up his leather coat in offer for the ride.
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