“Dude-,” Leo says, slouching down on the bench next to me, “-I think I’m in love!”
“What?” I laugh at his statement.
Occasionally, Leo declared his love for some girl he met at a bar or in the gym. He was quick to fall in love. It usually scared the living s**t out of his chosen lover. I always felt like it was a nice trait. One that usually ended in heartbreak for my brother, but he wore his heart on his sleeve. Quite literally.
“I’m serious,” he says, grinning at me, “she’s feisty, smart and she rides like the hottest bike in the history of bikes. Maybe that’s because she makes it hot,” he smirks.
“Feisty, huh? Did she tell you to f**k off?”
“Yepp,” he laughs.
“Way to go, bro!” I chuckle and nudge his thigh with mine. “Do you know her name?”
“Nope,” he says, popp
