“If your hands are cold, you can slip them into my pockets."

Sabrina gingerly nestled her hand into the warmth of his pocket and inquired, "When did you first learn to master a motorcycle?"

She couldn't help but find the motorcycle's bold energy at odds with Tyrone's usual disposition.

“In high school," he responded, offering a glimpse into his early adventures.

The scenery whizzed past as they sped along the road. Sabrina couldn't resist her curiosity any longer.