"Nobody is as interesting as me," Tony said, laying it on thick. Armor the color of a gleaming white smile -- even if he knew, in his heart, he wasn't a shark anymore.

More of a man-o-war.

He looks over at her abruptly, front wheel of the bike wobbling dangerously. That came out of nowhere.

"No shit, really? Who's the lucky dude? Or dudette, whatever, it's 2017."

He glanced into the distance, a little worriedly. The clouds looked like they were amassing to the southwest. All heavy and gunmetal grey.