No control.

“No problem, that’s probably what most people would have assumed. I haven’t even riden on the back of one” she added, with a shrug. “A job’s a job, I guess… what would you like to be doing?” 

“Be honest. On a scale of one to Mad Hatter, how nuts does this hat make me look? One being, ‘you don’t look crazy at all, Nae, I think you should totally wear that out in public’.”

“You want my honest opinion? I think it looks nice on you. I couldn’t pull that off at all. I wouldn’t say you look crazy though. I’d go with a low number, one or two perhaps?”

“I stay in front of the camera… hence sitting on motorcycles without any of them actually moving” she said, with a small laugh. “It’s alright… what do you do… work wise?” 

Brianna nodded, lightly, “I’ve sat on a lot of motorcycles, but I never got the changce to actual ride one” she said, casually. When he asked what she would be doing, she shrugged. “I have a photoshoot from  noon till four, and then I’m free the rest of the day.” 

“What do you need to do today? ” she asked, before realizing that it was nosey and rude. “Sorry, none of my business, "I just don’t talk to many people outside of work, and was curious” she added, as she continued jogging.

“Yeah, it was loads of fun,” Jackson commented. “We should do it more often. I sure as hell don’t get enough time off to just hang out.” He followed Kian out through the doors of the bar, the brisk January wind cutting through his coat and straight to his bones, he chuckled a bit. “You sure you wanna walk in this?”  He asked, gesturing to the air, obviously meaning the weather. “It’s pretty chilly out tonight. You want to share a cab or something?”

Brianna continued to jog, a part of her early morning ruitine. She’s very much used to people joining and leaving the trail, because New York never runs out of people. What she’s not used to is people actually talking. “Sorry, were you talking to me?”

“I dare you to give me a pick up line that’s not overly cheesy or overused. I don’t have anything to give you in exhange but this coffee, but I guarantee it’s the best damn coffee you’ll ever taste in your entire life.” Melissa said, shrugging slightly.

“How about this one?” Kian muttered, as a small smirk spread across his lips. “On a scale of 1 to 10, you’re a 9. I’m the 1 you need.” Kian scrunched his face up, realizing that it didn’t sound very fetching. “That was bad, wasn’t it?”

“Ah don’t beat yourself up over it. I’m sure you’ll find it.”

“I really hope so. It’ll be a little awkward if I can’t and I can’t afford my bills out the end of the week. I’m trying to not think so far ahead, incase that is the case.”

“Got it. Yeah, of course. I’m picturing it in my head now!”

“Cheers. I owe you one. I can’t believe out of all the things I could lose, its money. Its so typical of me”

“That’s the truth. I’m already terrified of the headache I’m going to have in the morning. I gotta be at the hospital at 7, too. How lucky am I?” Jackson chuckled sarcastically as he looked over at the blonde that also seemed to be getting ready to leave as well. “Hey, it was nice drinking with you though, man. You headin’ out, too?” 

“Retracing your steps seems to help people… So… Sorry, but what is it?”

“Lets hope it works in my case. It was a wallet. It didn’t have loads in it, but some savings.  Money in a brown leather wallet. If you do see it, or hear someone bring it up, you’ll let me know, right?”

“I think that’s it for me,” The intoxicated male fumbled with his coat trying to pry it off the chair he was sitting in before pulling it on, “I should go home while I can still stand up.”

“I really don’t know where it is… I hope you find it soon, though.”