take a ride on the bike

After quickly accessing his situation clay grabbed the hand extended to him and jumped onto the back of the bike. The rider quickly handed him a helmet and they took off speeding through the late night traffic and narrowly escaping his fans.
They rode for awhile the wind whipping them over the road taking them far away from the reality of clays new life. Time seemed to stop while clay sat on the back of that bike. Though, he began to become curious about his rescuer. It was hard to talk though and as they rode Clay tried many time to get them to pull over so that they may speak and he could thank this person who had helped him. But who ever was driving never caught the hint and they just kept going. ‘I guess this is nice though,” clay thought ‘I did in a way get to escape from life even though I don’t know where I am going.’ Inside his helmet he grinned. It was kind of nice not having a plan just the feel of the motorcycle beneath him and the person in front of him, however from the persons frame though clay doubted that it was a male who had rescued him.
Finally the rider slowed down. It was at an empty gas station that they finally stopped at. Clay climbed of the back of the bike and almost fell over. Feeling foolish he blushed and was glad for the helmet. However his rescuer had seen him and was laughing. It was a full body laugh that made his ears tingle and he knew that his rescuer was defiantly a female. Unlatching his helmet he joined her in laughter.
“I believe I owe you a thank you,” he started. His rescuer pulled of her helmet flinging her hair back from her face.
“And I believe I will accept that thank you,” she grinned. Clay stared in shock. It couldn’t be the beautiful mystery girl who had caught his attention when he was singing on stage was in fact his rescuer. She smiled brightly, “it’s an honor to have saved you Mr. Aiken.”
“Well you can call me clay,” he said brightly
“And you can call me Desiree.” She said softly. “I’m guessing you’d like to be getting home about now. Need a lift or do you want to call somebody?” she gestured to a payphone.
‘Hmm,’ he thought, ‘ride with a beautiful woman or wait for friends?’