[As soon as he started down the road, Donna lifted upward into the air, along the steep side of the Chinese restaurant she had been behind. Rising above the rooftop, she watched carefully as Jason picked up speed, the hot and salty smell of the food inside emitting from where she stayed, suspended in the air for a moment.

She wasn't certain if it was boredom or curiosity, or perhaps the lethal and irrational push of affection, but she swept down in an almost predatory manner, catching up to the speed of his motorcycle and landing on the building adjacent to him, ducking quickly behind its chimney.]

At least he's wearing a helmet. [Mentally was prepared to nag.]