Hugo awkwardly pushed his bike to stand beside Lisa, the tires squeaking with every movement as if protesting his every step.
He cleared his throat, trying to act cool, even though the abandoned airstrip around them gave off an eerie vibe.
The track stretched endlessly into the dimly lit night, its uneven surface dotted with cracks and potholes that made Hugo's stomach twist.
"So… uh, is this the track?" he asked, forcing a casual tone, though the sight of the challenging course made him want to turn back.
Lisa turned to him, her intense gaze locking onto his like a laser beam. Her dark eyes sparkled in the dim light, and her lips curled into a teasing, sultry smile. "What else would it be, genius? A runway for planes?"
Hugo scratched the back of his neck awkwardly, unsure how to respond. Then he noticed her just staring at him, her eyes soft but expectant. There was an awkward silence.
