Wearing a beautiful dress, William Griffith took Cherish Turner out of the women's clothing store and headed to the parking lot to get their car. From a distance, they saw the driver, Thomas Harrison, waiting outside the parking lot with a bicycle beside him.
"Boss, I brought the bicycle." Thomas said respectfully, bowed slightly, and left.
William went over to push the bicycle, and Cherish walked alongside him, asking, "William, where are we going?"
"Want to know?" William asked back in a low voice, looking cool as he straddled the saddle.
Cherish nodded, "Mm-hmm."
He raised an eyebrow, smugly teasing her, "Only if you get on the bike."
Cherish obediently sat on the bike, her legs together, her small hands wrapped around his waist. He stepped on the pedal and rode forward with her. The evening sun was setting, the summer breeze brushed against their faces as she asked again, "William, where are we going?"
