"No, no, I know it. It's fine, Toni, really. It's not a problem. I'll be there soon." He hung up the phone to change into his jacket and grab two helmets before zipping over to the restaurant on his motorcycle. He would've taken a car, but they're all Toni's, and the last time he drove her car, she kind of freaked out. So.

He pulled up to the restaurant, stopping the bike and removing his helmet. "Someone call for a lift?"