The sky still and dark, the air laced with a sobering chill. He challenged her to a ride on his motorcycle. He should have known she loved adventure and spontaneity, but mostly she found him irresistibly fascinating. She would have followed him anywhere that night. The two dove through his closet, and rose to the surface with an oversized fur hat, and an obnoxiously puffed up orange coat. The sight of it took her back to the coat her mom would sport every year while hanging Christmas lights. The same orange disaster she had mocked year after year. He placed the coat on her back, they both laughed; she looked like an inside-out Oompa-Loompa. With his fur hat and a coat that would never match up to this kind of weather, they were off.
Youth overriding common sense, the two lovers excitedly hopped on his bike. On their way to nowhere they motored through the empty campus, conversation between them, slim and comfortable. She gazed at the overgrown trees, once so vibrant, now created a dark masterpiece. Their college grounds, usually ablaze with faces and friends, sat solemn. The speed, wind and icy air left their eyes tearing and ears stinging, still they wanted to be right where they were. With each curve of the street, their charming town wrote one more sentence of their love story. Little did they know this arctic adventure would lead to warm hearts and many sweet kisses.
Arms around his waist head nestled against his back, she cherished him. He, educated and worldly, she innocent and unscathed the match while not made in heaven made sense. Though their relationship would fade this memory she would look upon with lasting fondness.
Disclaimer: This is an excercise I did for Write on Edge. The challenge is highligted here.
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