Hold out your hand

You offer your hand to her after you get up.

"What?" she smiles up at you.

"Let's go for a little stroll around the park. Check out the lake and stuff."

"Ok!"

She offers her hand and you pull her to her feet. She takes a few minutes to brush off her skirt and gather up her things. After she has her purse slung over her shoulder and her books in her hand, you start off on your stroll.

You wander for about an hour. Getting more and more friendly. Before long she is holding your hand. It's getting close to sunset and you begin heading back to the parking area.

"Do you need a lift?" you offer her.

"No... I actually walked here." She smiles at you.

"Kind of dark to be walking back... why don't I offer you a ride."

"What kind of ride..." she blurts out. Then realizing what she said she starts blushing. "God that came out wrong."

"Don't worry about it." You laugh with her. "I can give you a lift."

You point at your motorcycle sitting under a tree near the edge of the parking area.

"You came on that?" she asks.

"Yeah."

"Cool..." she smiles and follows you over.

"Oops..." she drops her book at your feet.