Rosa's pov
"If you get on the bike, we'll get home faster", Norman said for like the millionth time.
We've been arguing for what seemed like ages. He wanted us to ride the bike all the way home. I was still shivering from the cold water and didn't want the cool breeze from the speed of the bike to make it worse. So I decided to walk while he's moving his bike at a very slow pace to match with my slow strides.
I looked up and when I saw B&W's illuminated sign, I smiled, "We're almost at our destination, so can we drop this argument for when we're done?"
"We don't live on this street", he said, looking at his unfamiliar surroundings.
"Yeah, I want to treat myself to dinner and a cup of hot chocolate. So I don't know if you're hungry, but I'm starving"
He parked his bike in the parking
