Roman nodded a little at the confirmation. Hopefully he wasn't annoying Atticus with all of that. He felt like he would need a little here and there considering how it was in the past. The racer made a mental note that maybe he should lighten up and trust Atticus. He was positive that he was going to be different from the others. "Oh, racing. Well... I guess I was always interested in it. Sometimes my dad took me to watch them when he was still with my mom. Then after I ran away and I would sometimes stay up to watch them for a few years then Travis came along and he was in the scene with a few buddies then they let me try it. It turned out that I was pretty good at it," Roman informed happily. "I built my bike and got out of what I was doing at the time so I think racing is just something I'm meant to do." He adored racing, finding it to be one of the things he was good at other than hooking up with guys and stealing their wallets when they fell asleep.
The shorter man noticed the hand offered to him and happily took it. He laced their fingers together and gave a quick squeeze. He raised a brow at the answer. Yellow? He never met someone who liked yellow before. Roman took in his explanation and nodded. "I wouldn't have expected you to like yellow but.. it suits you. Maybe you can spice up your atire once in awhile and wear a yellow tie one day," he mused as he thought of the concept. It looked nice in his imagination so perhaps it would look just a lovely in real life.
"Yeah, I do," Roman admitted when asked if he felt cooped up in a car. He laughed as he tried to imagine Atticus trying to work a motorcycle. It was cute. "Falling off sucks, I've done it too many times. But I would love to take you for a ride one day and I promise that I won't let you fall off," he assured sweetly. The last thing he wanted was Atticus to get hurt. Roman made a silent promise to himself to never let the older man get hurt as long as he was still able to move. Oh? Were they here? He unbuckled his seatbelt as his date climbed out of the car and was about to get the door but he was beaten to it.
He climbed out and noticed the light rain falling. "Hey, it's raining," Roman chirped in excitement. Rain always felt nice. The racer took Atticus's hand and looked up to sky. "We should probably get inside for the reservation, though, I doubt you wanna sit out here while I stare at the sky," he admitted with a shy laugh before walking across the parking lot with Atticus. They still had a date and he was much more excited about that.