Date = 19 November
Another three days of testing bikes. But also three days of anxiety building up for our first date.
Place = San Francisco (Speakeasy Ales & Lagers)
Hopefully no one will recognize us here.
POV - Damion
I floor my black Lambo down Evans Avenue, while softly cursing our main engineer.
Bike testing ran long because of throttle issues. Had to do some extra laps.
And now I’m late!
For my first official date. Ever.
This wouldn’t be happening if our relationship weren’t a classified secret.
I hate hiding her, but we agreed — slow, quiet, no chaos. Get to know each other before the world explodes.
And explode it will. Violently.
At least I’ve texted her. Showered fast. Beat traffic. And now I’m parking my car in front of the small pub.
Where she’s already waiting f
