Richie’s pub was the best place to be on a Friday evening. Cheap booze, good and affordable food. It was no surprise to find the parking lot busy. Alex was right, Richie’s pub did hit stardom. Even though it was hidden from tourists. If the locals don’t tell them about this place, they will never know about it.
We were at least lucky to have found a spot to park the bike.
“Was the ride exhilarating as you hoped it would be?” Alex asked. She was wearing a confident and proud smile.
I removed my helmet and combed my fingers through my hair. “With you driving, definitely.” She almost feared nothing except love.
We made our way through what felt like endless cars. “Looks like Richie is busy tonight.” She referred to the pub being overpacked with customers and the only sp
