"Oh please," Simon laughs as the both of you pedal around the neighborhood, riding around on the same bikes you've had since middle school. "Anyone who thinks Metallica has anything on Queen is obviously losing their mental!"

You roll your eyes with a grin. The warm summer sun shone through oak trees, casting orange rays onto the pavement where you two biked side by side. The sounds of the bustling stores and office buildings filled your ears.

You turn to Simon, still grinning.