Joe suddenly felt like a jerk for saying that. She didn't owe him any explanations or anything. Her life was hers to do with as she chose, though he found himself more interested in that life with each passing second.

"Oh, my adventures aren't really that interesting but I'll tell you about them. You'll probably want me to stop talking after a few minutes." he chuckled.

The pair pulled out of the garage and headed toward the restaurant on 92nd Street, with Joe enjoying the feel of Roxie's arms around him the whole way (for her safety, of course). She could have flown here but she chose the slightly slower method of riding his bike, which made him feel good.

She was an awesome friend.

Don't kid yourself, Rogers. You guys aren't kids anymore. She could be more than friend if you asked her.

He clamped down on that thought immediately and pushed it out of his head.

Fifteen minutes later, the pair arrived at the restaurant and Joe parked the bike and killed the engine. He took off his helmet and then looked back to Roxie.

"This is the place. A little mom-and-pop joint I found my first night back. Had to come here and try it out." he said.

He waited for her to dismount the bike before doing so himself and he offered her his arm once again.

"I hope you'll like it here. If you don't, you get to pick the restaurant next time." he grinned.