( Something Like Trust - take_mychances )
She watched, carefully. Dalia Dent approached her apartment, and the woman kicked her motorcycle to life. It zipped down the street and stopped inches away from the sidewalk.
The rider wore all black and a helmet that hid their eyes behind a blue visor. However, the voice that spoke was undeniably feminine.
"Dent." A gloved hand offered another helmet forward. The visor had been tinted to make seeing out of it impossible. Her hideout would be easy to identify once she got Dalia to it, but she didn't want her seeing the security codes to get in. Better safe than sorry. "Feel like taking a ride?"
The rider wore all black and a helmet that hid their eyes behind a blue visor. However, the voice that spoke was undeniably feminine.
"Dent." A gloved hand offered another helmet forward. The visor had been tinted to make seeing out of it impossible. Her hideout would be easy to identify once she got Dalia to it, but she didn't want her seeing the security codes to get in. Better safe than sorry. "Feel like taking a ride?"