Chapter 93

It felt like a long time since I had last rode a bicycle. "Bicycle." I pointed to the side. You could now rent a bicycle by just scanning a QR code with your phone. Conrad went to scan one, and I was about to do the same when he stopped me. "You've been drinking so you can't ride one." "Do they even check for drunk cycling?" I asked, tilting my head. "Yes, they do, and—" Conrad pulled my arm. Unlike Chris' painful squeezes, Conrad's touch was gentle. "You drank, so it's dangerous." Conrad was the perfect gentleman. I smiled. "Aren't you here?" "If you want to ride, we can do it another day together, but not today. I'll take you on mine," Conrad said as he led me to the bicycle he had scanned. He sat on it and helped me onto the back seat. "Hold on tight, Maddie. We don't want you falling." I clung to his shirt. "Okay." The night breeze brushed against us. The impression Conrad left on me was that of a youth who cycled. Chris, on the other hand, never rode a bicycle. H