Dean had told Renee to meet him in the parking lot when she was done with her classes, and so she did. She didn't know what car he was driving, so she was a bit nervous while she was waiting, but she supposed that he would come up to her. After all, she wasn't hard to miss in her bright red dress.

The loud revving of the engine nearby startled her. She looked around and frowned when she saw a black-clad figure getting out of one of the parking lots on a bulky motorcycle. She didn't know much about them, but even she knew that it was a Harley.

That's why she was completely dumbfounded when the person who was riding that same motorcycle stopped right in front of her. She heard a low chuckle coming from underneath the black helmet and she suddenly recognized him. Dean got off the Harley and took off the helmet, blond hair flying everywhere.

"I see you didn't expect this."

"I didn't know you had a Harley."

"I don't." He detached another helmet from the helmet lock on the side of the motorcycle. "It's my roommate's. He lets me borrow it whenever I want to and in return I have to shut up about that time he fucked another girl piss drunk whenever his girlfriend is around."

Renee raised her eyebrows. "Damn."

He shrugged. "It's a good deal." He helped her put on the helmet and then scanned her from head to toe. "You're gonna be cold in that dress. Don't you have a jacket or something?"

"I didn't know I was gonna be riding on a Harley after class."

"Put my jacket on at least." He took off his black leather jacket and handed it over to her. He had a thick hoodie underneath, so Renee didn't refuse it. Even though she was practically swimming in it, the jacket was wonderfully warm and heavy, and its smell fitted him perfectly. Musk, soap and tobacco, all wrapped up in the pleasant smell of leather. "Hop on", his voice brought her out of her thoughts. He was already sitting on the motorcycle, wearing his helmet. She carefully climbed behind him. "Have you ever been on a motorcycle before?"

"Nope."

"Alright, don't be scared. All you have to do is keep your feet on the footpegs all the time and hold onto my waist. If I turn right, look over my right shoulder. If I turn left, look over my left shoulder. Okay?"

"So, I just keep my body in line with yours."

"Exactly. Ready?"

"Yep." Renee grabbed hold of his waist and leaned back on the passenger seat, adjusting herself. He turned the motorcycle on and they drove away from the campus, soon finding themselves on the road.

Renee felt a rush of adrenaline streaming through her veins as they drove through the city, surrounded by so many people, colors and sounds. Her bare legs were cold, but she didn't care. The feeling was too out of this world.

She was almost disappointed when Dean pulled over in front of some nice-looking bar. "This place is the best choice if you like beer", he told her when they got off the motorcycle and he locked their helmets onto it. They got inside and found a cozy little booth. They ordered their drinks and Renee found herself ogling his arms after he had taken off his hoodie. He was incredibly well-built.

"You're not a jock, aren't you?"

His brow furrowed a bit. "Nope. What makes you think that?"

"Well… you're built like one."

"I'm a professional wrestler", he explained. "I can't look like a toothpick."

Renee's face lit up. "You're a wrestler? That's awesome. I used to go to WWE shows with my dad all the time when I was little."

He smiled. "Really? You like wrestling?"

"I love it. I don't think I'd be a good wrestler, but my dream is to be a commentator on Raw. Or an interviewer. Or even a valet."

"You can be mine when I get there", he joked, smirking. Renee blushed, deliberately taking the "you can be mine" part of his sentence way out of context. It sounded awfully tempting. "In fact, I work for an indie company here. If you'd like, you can accompany me to the ring. Maybe they'll even give you the mic or put you in a bigger storyline with me if you prove yourself to be interesting."

Renee's eyes widened. "Holy crap, really?"

"I'm dead serious. You're pretty and they'll like you. And if you talk half as good in English as you do in French, you'll be the bomb." He winked at her.

"I'd love to come then." She circled the edges of her glass with her finger. "By the way, I thought you never paid attention to our French classes, especially not when other students were talking."

"I like your voice", he shrugged. "And you speak really good French. I wish I knew it that well."

"I can teach you."

"Are you gonna charge me for your lessons or…?" His eyes narrowed.

"You'll pay me with taking me to wrestling shows." A smile spread across her face and a mischievous shine appeared in his eyes.

"And what if I want you to give me lessons more often than that?"

"Then you'll buy me a beer for each lesson."

"What about a dinner instead?"

"Every time?" she teased him, pretending to look surprised.

"Well, this Friday night in particular I might be in a mood for wine, not beer." He tilted his head a bit.

Smooth fucker, Renee thought. But she was already head over heels for that smile of his. "Deal."