Soon I bolted myself outside and followed him like a lost puppy. The long strides he took towards the exit door as a course of conduct, stopped in their path again "So are you coming with me?" He asked without turning back.
"Do my actions seems like Italian?"
I snarled sarcastically, repeating his own words in lividness.
"If you're trying to be sarcastic, then you're failing miserably because you ain't making any sense" was his reply, which made me internally spat my head for giving him an anserine reply.
I followed his lead outside the cafeteria and came into view of his bike. My jaw literally dropped a little to my chest, when my eyes came into the view of branded Harley Davidson black and silver bike. The vista of the Silver bike looked as if it was parked in a murky heavy. The fogginess in the atmosphere was like an icing to the Christmas tree.
Why the pig have to own a bike which is my favorite?!!
