Sierra’s POV
“Sierra?” Arthur snapped his fingers in front of my eyes.
I shook my head, pulling out of my imagination. I quickly pulled off the helmet. “I don’t think I’m cut out for riding today. Why don’t we postpone it to… tomorrow?” I quickly said, giving him a small smile.
“What's wrong with today?” Arthur asked.
I gave him a nervous smile as I thought of something to say. “You are not feeling too well. It’s not right you ride today. I’m sure tomorrow you’ll feel absolutely better,” I said.
I didn’t let him think it through as I passed the helmet to him and rushed out. “Sierra,” he called out, but I quickly got out of there.
I could not see myself getting on that bike after the very possibility of me falling off came to my mind. I hailed a cab and found my way home. Once home, I
