“Come over here."

Facing him, Sabrina surveyed the motorcycle and inquired, “Is it yours?"

Tyrone placed the helmet on her head and replied, “It belongs to a friend of mine. I borrow it from him."

Her curiosity piqued, Sabrina asked, "Can you actually ride a motorcycle?"

"Absolutely," Tyrone affirmed.

He reached for another helmet and effortlessly donned it, smoothly guiding the motorcycle into position. With a casual, inviting glance over his shoulder, he beckoned Sabrina.

Sabrina found herself in awe as she beheld Tyrone clad in this new, distinct attire, a stark contrast to his demeanor during dinner time.

Her fingers lightly grazed his back as she settled herself behind him, gripping his jacket.

"We're taking off?" she inquired, curiosity dancing in her eyes.

"Indeed," Tyrone replied with a hint of adventure in his voice.

He ignited the engine, a powerful hum filling the air as they prepared for their escapade.

As the engine roared to life, they sped away from the confines of the community.

Sabrina couldn't help but be surprised by the sudden burst of acceleration. She clung to Tyrone's waist, leaning snugly against his back, her silent complaints fading into the wind.

The gusts of wind howled around them, almost drowning out Sabrina's muffled protests.

The streets, sparsely populated with vehicles, stretched out ahead of them, inviting the thrill of the open road.

They cruised freely along the open road, the resonant engine's song enveloping them in a world of their own.

Tyrone's voice broke through the symphony of the engine.

“How are you feeling?"

“It's incredibly exhilarating," Sabrina confessed, even though her fingers betrayed her, their slight chill evident.

Tyrone, ever perceptive, noticed her discomfort.