Chapter 23

I might as well label myself as crazy too. I'm really sitting on Cedric's red motorcycle. He drives it carefully, rarely overtaking other cars or motorcycles, waiting for vehicles in front to turn if there's a speed bump or pothole, he doesn't press the brakes too hard. Occasionally, he asks how I am behind him.

I enjoy it. Honestly. Sitting sideways with some of my legs covered by a pashmina, my body wrapped in his scented jacket. I'm confused; even though the jacket was inside the motorcycle seat, its smell is still pleasant. I like it. Well... I mean, I don't really smell the usual vehicle odors even though I'm wearing a mask.

The helmet I'm wearing is also clean, with no dust on it. Shiny. I guess Cedric is the type who takes good care of his belongings. His motorcycle is spotless.

"Do you want to eat at the apartment or outside?"

I flinched. "What did you say? I didn't hear." I held onto th