C13 Thirteen

She walked a few steps away from the bistro to the streets, and there he was under the street light, leaning on his motorbike, arms folded in front of him. She walked over to him. He tried to assess her expression, but he didn't know her well enough to do that.

"How was the 'not a date' went?"

She laughed, "Exhausting."

He raised his eyebrows.

"Not like that! You know ... long story