Dylan
Her shocked expression is ridiculous as she stares at the motorbike, but from the outside I only show my poker face. This woman has never sat on a motorbike in her life, for sure, and I’d lie if I said I’m not enjoying the horror that sets on her face. Nervously she spies around as if looking for something, then she gulps and looks at me. Forget about the car, sweetie. There’s only a motorbike.
“You want to go on that?” she points to the Yamaha 800 as if it was a weapon of mass destruction.
“Yeah. Problem?” I look at her raising my eyebrows.
Poor girl is in deep distress as she studies the motorbike standing from one foot on the other.
“Isn’t it dangerous?”
Oh baby. If we weren’t standing in the middle of the street, I would put into your hand something that is really dangerous
