"You don't have to beg for my company," Steve says, shaking his head as he takes the seat next to her. He runs a hand through his hair, still damp with sweat, and wonders idly if he needs a haircut.

"As for how I've been, I can't complain. It's been quiet, thankfully." After a beat, he points through the window to where his Harley is parked and adds, "You know, if you don't want to wait for your friend's shift to end, I'd be happy to give you a ride home."