Valentine did as he said and locked it.
Olive got on the bike and glanced at him. "Get on."
Reluctantly, Valentine climbed on the bike. He had never ridden on this thing before, only cars.
"Hold on tight. I don't ride slowly," Olive abruptly said to him.
Valentine furrowed his brows. "Shouldn't you slow down? You are not wearing a helmet."
"It doesn't really matter." Olive brought the engine of the motorcycle to life.
Valentine quickly grabbed a hold of him and wrapped his arms around his belly as tightly as possible.
"Hey! I didn't say you should hold me!" Olive immediately glowered at him.
"Huh? Where am I supposed to hold then?" Valentine appeared utterly confused.
Recalling that there were none, Olive groaned in annoyance. "Don't hold too tight. I need to be able to breathe."
