The wind whistled through the air as Zian and Emma sped away on Zian's motorcycle. The purring of the engine and the sensation of the road beneath them added to the thrill of the ride. Emma, her excitement palpable, clung to Zian, her arms wrapped around him.
Zian, however, maintained a facade of sternness.
"I hope you are aware I am still mad at you," he said over the roar of the engine.
“Is that so? Then you should have just let me go with Ethan. He wasn’t mad at me and he would have enjoyed the ride with me.”
Emma laughed, the sound blending with the wind. "Oh, come on, Zian! Lighten up! We're on an adventure!"
The corners of Zian's lips twitched, betraying his efforts to stay serious. Emma sensed the crack in his stoic demeanour and squeezed him tighter. She placed her head on his shoulder, enjoying the exhilarating ride.
