AN: A little side note which is not relevant to the story here. RIP Cory Monteith. Beautiful man - so talented and too young. I've never watched Glee but this is equally devastating, as it should be. Fans or not, I hope you are all coping.

"I told you he was great and you'd like him! We didn't even stay for three hours." Robin breezed as they took off from the corner café.

There was a sudden pause in Barney's footsteps.

"Wait," Barney frowned. "Did we just ditch Luke?"

"What! No. He's going back to work in a bit – somewhere near here – so he thought he should just chill out in the café for a while. So… No. We didn't ditch him."

"Oh… Okay."

"Yeah."

"…You really are a bunch of freaks! Working during the Easter holidays. That's like, slavery or something."

"Freak, singular." She corrected, smiling. "I'm having my week off. Partially because it's Easter and partially because you're here."

"I know… But still!" He grumbled, but she could tell he was glad her boyfriend was not coming with them. He thought they really could use some more time spent alone.

They liked each other, but they had just met and barely knew each other. Plus, their friendship had not really gone beyond the stage of interacting smoothly without Robin's presence so bringing Luke along would just mean even more awkwardness.

"So what are we up to next?" Barney enquired, kicking a pebble along the way on the street.

"I'm glad you asked." Robin's face lit up and she flashed a grin. "Because I have a good idea."

Without sparing a moment, she grabbed his hand before he could react and half ran, half dragged him all the way back to the street where her apartment was located, which was not that far really, considering they had only taken about ten minutes when they had walked over in the morning.

The moment they have reached their destination, Robin turned around to see a panting Barney's face flush crimson.

"Uh, what are we up to exactly?" He wheezed, gasping.

"You're not exactly in shape, are you? And I thought you've been spending some time at the gym." She simpered, upon noticing his shortness of breath, to which he dismissed with a wave of his hand.

"Shush. So, what are we doing? Seriously." He puffed, awaiting her response.

Knowing Robin, she would probably throw him a party out of the blue on a hot air balloon, but then again, there must be a reason she had ran all the way back. Hot air balloons did not come in the middle of streets, and that was not something difficult to know.

All the while he was awaiting her answer, the coy silence that followed left him confused, and the appearance of a motorbike had left him even more so.

"What? You have a motorbike? Is that yours?"

The same shifty silence followed, leaving him slightly frustrated.

"Robin!"

"What?" She glanced up.

"What are we doing? Seriously! Gee. Just tell me already. Is this yours?" He pointed to the motorbike, which was parked oddly on the side of the street, almost as if it did not belong.

And again, there was no response.

Starting to get heated, he loosened his collar and shifted his tie, something he had always done when he was irked.

Without uttering a word, Robin pulled on a helmet she had retrieved from the trunk, put it on, got one for her best friend and secured it firmly onto his head, despite his various protests on how 'helmets and suits did not match'.

Hopping onto the motorbike in one swift motion, she nearly had to drag Barney on behind her, and, again, in spite of his whines, still, on the issue of helmets and suits.

"What the hell are we doing? For the last time! At least let me know before you put me on this dangerous ride. I'm pretty sure you don't have a licence. And I'm probably going to die. God, Robin! What is with you for the past ten minutes?" Barney blurted. "My suit is going to be scrubbed and ruined! Plus that helmet looks awful! How-"

For the first time, she acknowledged him by turning around, and facing him. Her eyes twinkled mischievously, and at once he knew she was up to no good again.

On that note, he stopped talking immediately, half thrilled but half frustrated from being ignored and not having an answer.

She flashed a grin right at him, turning on the engine of the motorbike.

"Hold on tight, loverboy. We're going sightseeing."