He looks mildly confused. “Me?”
“Our last item is a motorcycle signed by three championship riders. We overheard you talking about your work earlier, and we thought the crowd would love it if someone with real expertise helped introduce it. It’ll feel a lot more authentic coming from someone who actually knows bikes.”
He glances at me. I nod. “You’ll be great,” I tell him. He lets out a quiet sigh and gives my hand a quick squeeze before following her toward the stage.
Free of any rehearsed crowd-pleasing training, he just speaks from experience and when she asks him two questions about the restoration work done on the motorcycle, he answers honestly—explaining why the engine matters more than the paint and pointing out details most people would never care enough to notice and within tw
