"Hey! Kenneth, that's not fair. You're saying you're blind, aren't you actually insulting me?" Lawrence Winters grumbled, letting go of his hand. "Apologize!"
"Apologize for what? I said I'm blind, and I have to apologize to you for that?" Kenneth Osborne said nonchalantly, patting the back seat of his bike. "Hop on, let's ride back."
The topic switch caught Lawrence off guard, prompting him to quickly follow up, "Why take the bike again? Didn't you say we were walking back to digest?"
"I'm feeling a bit unwell, don't feel like talking," Kenneth said as he swung his long leg over the bike seat, one foot on the ground, and turned back to look at her, his face expressionless yet incredibly handsome under the moonlight.
