Freedom.
That is the feeling that she gets whenever she is riding the back of Stefan's motorbike. Over a year ago during Stefan's rest day and when Trixie doesn't have a lecture, Stefan would visit her in her apartment just to hang out.
When they started to get bored, either they would go food tripping or road tripping. That is how Trixie learned to ride on the back of Stefan's motorbike, which she had never done before.
Trixie raises both her hands and lets the wind pass through her fingers. How she wishes to feel the wind on her face, blowing her hair. But she knows that once she took off her helmet, Stefan would stop on the side and will insist on wearing it back. He will never drive without her wearing her helmet.
"Are you okay?" She heard Stefan shout at her.
Trixie put her arms back around his waist and shouted back. "Yeah," Then she felt one of his hands on top of her hands.
