"Huh?"
Lynsandra frowned as she stopped in front of Elias's motorcycle parked in the garage. The latter was quickly looking for something on the shelf.
Moving her gaze to the big bike, she shook her head.
"Let's use this one," she proposed, pointing at her car. "The keys… I forgot them. I'll call the butler—"
"Nope." Elias cut in, glancing back at her. "My date, my plan, my rules."
"I don't think dates are supposed to be like that."
"You, of all people, shouldn't be the one saying that. You don't know how dates work." After saying that, he casually tossed her a helmet. Though he purposely caught her off guard, she still managed to catch it midair.
A look of surprise quickly appeared on her face. She blinked almost innocently as she gazed at the helmet, her brows knitting together. It was pink—baby pink. Clearly, it wasn't his.
Whose… helmet is this? She wondered.
