“Honey please…”

Leah sighs and pinches the bridge of her nose. She’s been trying to get you onto her bike for weeks, but you just won’t do it. She holds both the helmets in both of her underarms.

“It’s not as scary as you think, I promise! I’ll let you latch onto my waist the whole time, I promise you won’t fly away.”

She shifts the sucker around in her mouth and moves her leg over the motorcycle, now sitting on it. She offers out a helmet.

“Please? For me?”