The bike pulled up into the driveway and he turned the bike off, letting her dismount the bike first before getting off himself. She takes off the helmet and hands it to him, fixing her hair as she did so. He takes it from her and places it on the handlebars. He ruffles his long, dark blonde hair, disheveling it, and she gives a soft breath. She wasn't gonna lie and say he wasn't attractive; men with longer hair typically were, but she had just got here. There was no reason to start getting into shit already. Not only that, but there was something beneath the Sons of Anarchy thing and she knew it. Her friend had told her about the bad boys in town: the Sons of Anarchy motorcycle club. She wasn't a fool; from what Olivia had said, these guys were bad news. Very hot bad news but still bad news.

"Where's your friend?" He asks, gesturing to the empty driveway and Hanna's eyes found the two rings on his hand: two separate rings saying SO and NS. No doubt relating to the motorcycle club.

"Uh, at work. She's a waitress. She won't be home 'til later. You can come in if you want." She gestures towards the front door, placing a foot in that direction and she feels a smile come to her face as he follows. She reaches in her purse as they approach the door. "'Y know, I just realized that I just brought a stranger to my home, so, what's your name?"

"Jax." He says and she nods as she removes her key, sticking it in the knob and unlocking the door before pushing it open with her shoulder. Or, trying to.

"God damn it. This fucking door." She curses, pushing against it before glancing back at him. "It gets stuck sometimes. I keep telling Oli to get some WD-40 but she doesn't listen to me."

"Oli? Thought this was a girlfriend you're staying with." He says, stepping forward and motioning for her to move back. She does as he instructed and watched as he pushed against the door with his shoulder. Sure enough, it came open quite easily.

"Whatever, I loosened it." She says, stepping past him and into the house. She kicks her heels off, striding into the kitchen barefoot. "By the way, Olivia is a girl. She's my best friend. Oli is her nickname."

Jax shuts the door and follows her, checking out the house. He slowly walked through the living room, past her gold heels and into the kitchen, which was a little smaller than the living room and divided from it only by a wall. A long hallway from the kitchen he assumed led to the bedrooms.

"You want something to drink?" She asked, opening the fridge and bending over to peer in. "Oli has some beer in here and uh, some Kool-Aid and uh, I think this is lemonade."

"Kool-Aid? Really?" He asks, unable to hold back the laugh that rumbled through his chest. She shoots him a look and stands fully, crossing her arms.

"What? Got a problem with Kool-Aid?"

"Other than the fact that it's ninety-percent sugar? No." He says, shrugging. "I'll take a beer. Thanks."

She removes a beer and the Kool-Aid, setting them both on the counter. She removes a glass and a bottle-opener, opening the beer for him before passing it to him.

"I'm Hanna, by the way." She says, pouring a glass of the Kool-Aid for herself before sticking it back in the fridge and turning to face him. She gestures to the kitchen table. "You can take a seat if you want. I mean, you did just give me a ride back. You're more than welcome to pretty much anything."

"Pretty much anything?" He questions, quirking a brow as he takes a seat.

"If you're thinking what I think you're thinking, it's a no." She says, sitting in the chair beside him. "I'm not in the business of fucking strangers in my best friend's house."

"I'm not a stranger." He sets the bottle down on the table and leans into her and it makes her a little nervous. She can feel his breath on her lips and it's making self-control more than a little difficult. She had zero qualms with one-night stands, like she knew something like this would be, but she knew she couldn't do this. Not right now, not with what she was trying to escape from. Regardless, she doesn't resist as he presses his lips to hers, ever-so-lightly. It's a gentle little kiss, as if Jax is testing the waters. And it's a good thing too; because she's quick to withdraw and start sipping on her Kool-Aid instead.

"U-um, I'm sorry, I-I can't."

"It's alright, darlin'. Don't apologize." He says, leaning back into the chair and taking the beer in his hands. He takes another drink from it before standing. "I better go."

She stands too and sighs, looking over at him. He's a gentleman, a bit odd considering the things she's heard from Oli, but she certainly appreciates it. She scratches her head, setting down the cup of Kool-Aid.

"Listen, um, thanks for giving me a ride back. Seriously. I was just gonna walk with Oli being at work and all."

"No problem. Walking would've killed you in those heels." He said with a laugh. "The way you kicked 'em off the second you got here."

"You have no idea how painful heels are!" She says, striding into the living room, picking up the heels, "Especially these! These are 6-inch heels!"

"I can see that." He says, watching as she shakes them at him. He appreciated women's attempts to be beautiful, even if he believed that they were beautiful without them. "I really do have to go, though. Gotta fix your car up, remember?"

"Oh, yeah, when do I pick that up? Do you know?" She asks, setting the heels down on the carpeted floor.

"Tell you what: you give me your number and I'll call you when it's time to pick it up." He's hoping she'll take the offer.

"If this is some sort of trick to get my number..."

He cuts her off. "It's not. If I wanted your number for any other reason, I'd just ask for it."

"Good point." She holds out her hand. "Gimme your phone. I'll put it in."

He's reluctant, but pulls up the new contact screen and hands her the cell, watching as acrylic nails tapped the screen and she handed it back to him.

"See you soon then?" She says, walking him to the door.

"See you soon, darlin'."