CHAPTER THREE
I rushed through the streets of Golden City on my bicycle, my feet pumping the pedals as fast and hard as I could. I no longer wore my Beams costume; instead, I was wearing a black T-shirt and jeans, but I paid little attention to that. My full attention was on navigating the streets of Golden City without crashing into anyone or hitting something and falling over, because the last thing I needed was to be even more late for my date with Greta than I already was.
Perhaps you’re thinking I’m overreacting, but the fact is that I’ve had to reschedule this date several times already. It was originally supposed to be a month ago, but every time we set a date, something would happen that would force me to reschedule it, usually some kind of supervillain or criminal threat which s
