non-sexual forms of intimacy.
90 Â Â Â going for a ride together
“A ride, huh?” Yang’s lips pursed together as she thought for a second, her hand resting on the seat of her bike. After a moment she smirked and turned around to quickly burrow through her belongings before tossing a helmet at the red-headed girl. She slid her sunglasses into place, admiring the way the orange lens added a warm hue to the scenery around her. “Sure. Why not?”
Yang straddled her motorcycle, a knock-off of Bumblebee since the original had found its way to some watery grave, as she clipped the straps of her helmet securely under her chin. Her fingers curled around the handles as she shot a glance over his shoulder. “Well, c’mon! We’ve got the city to see.”
“Oh, and before I forgot. Make sure you hold on tight. I wouldn’t want to somehow lose you,” she added, throwing a quick wink to Pyrrha.