“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.

“Where are you whisking me off to?"

Tyrone shrugged, his spirits of adventure evident.

“Anywhere, really.”

After half an hour of exhilarating travel, they found themselves beside a tranquil river.

Sabrina dismounted the motorcycle, removing her helmet to take in a deep breath of the fresh air.

"How are you feeling now?" Tyrone inquired as he hung both helmets on the handlebars, a faint, playful smile gracing his Lips.

"Feeling a chilt?"

"Not at all," Sabrina replied with gratitude, relieved that she'd chosen thick attire for their adventure.

Sabrina strolled leisurely to the railing, gazing out at the sparkling river as she stretched her body. Tyrone joined her, concern in his eyes.

"So, are you happier now?"

At that moment, Sabrina realized that Tyrone had taken her on this ride because he'd sensed her low spirits.

A warmth spread through her heart, and she couldn't help but smile.

“Much better. Thank you."

Her gratitude extended beyond the motorcycle ride, encompassing Tyrone's afternoon visit to support her and Jennie.

Tyrone gazed at her, his eyes unwavering, as unspoken emotions passed between them.