Chapter 32

Oliver drove the sports car back home, my suitcase resting in the back. He led me to the far end of the garage, where a row of sleek motorcycles stood quietly, each one looking cooler than the last. Turning to me, he asked, "See anything you like?" I wasn’t familiar with bikes at all—honestly, they all looked the same to me except for the colors and sizes. But I knew one thing—if it belonged to Oliver, it had to be legit. He caught my hesitation. “Can’t pick one, huh?” I nodded, a little embarrassed. With a shrug, he faced the row and randomly pointed at one. “Alright, let’s go with this one. You’ll like it—I promise.” I looked up. It was a white bike with bold graffiti-style designs. Totally my vibe. Without a word, Oliver walked over and hit a switch. A hidden display case slid out from behind the wall, revealing a lineup of colorful helmets. His expression turned focused as he carefully picked out a white helmet—complete with cute cat ears. “What about this one?” He held it up for m