Yao Shen looks at the helmet in his hands with apprehension.
He lived most of his life in a sleepy village in the mountains, he's no stranger to ridding mopeds and scooters, but the sleek silver bike between Xin Hulei's thighs is a different beast all together.
Xin Hulei is already seated, his hands on the handlebars. Yao Shen can't see his eyes through the helmet's dark visor and it gives the whole thing a surreal mood.
As if he's about to go on a ride with a stranger, someone who could take him anywhere.
It sends an odd thrill down his spine.
Yao Shen puts it down to panic and climbs up behind Xin Hulei, wrapping his arms around his waist loosely.
"Tighter," Xin Hulei says, his words muffled through the helmet. "Don't fall off."
That doesn't sound reassuring to Yao Shen, who lets out a scared yelp when Xin Hulei kicks the bike into gear and speeds out of the parking lot.
