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“It’s definitely a perfect day for a bike ride.”
The warm breeze blew through the car window and my hair floated around my head making me look like Medusa. I grabbed a scrunchie from my purse and pulled it into a messy bun.
“I just hope I don’t kill myself.”
“You’ll be fine,” Simon said, then looked at me and smiled. “It’s like riding a bike.”
“Ha ha, you’re so funny.”
Simon is surprisingly outdoorsy and today we’re going bike riding on the Heritage Trail. I’m borrowing Shannon’s bike because I don’t have one of my own. My parents got rid of the one I rode when I was younger years ago.
I’ve had an exhausting week and it’s nice having today off. Last year, Anjannette and I worked seven days a week leading up to the recital but we decided to keep our Sundays off this year. We’ll reevaluate as we get closer to the date, but I’m confident everyone’s dances will get perfected without burning ourselves out.
“You can change that,” Simon said.
I hadn’t been paying attention to the radio, but once he said that, I heard a football game being broadcast on whatever station he had on.
Habit had me pressing 6, which is where Rock 107 is on my presets. That brought up Magic 93, which is number 2 in my car. My presets are in numerical order and I wondered how Simon set up his so I started pressing buttons.
After going through the stations a couple times, I couldn’t find a rhyme or reason to the order. So I asked.
“What do you mean, how are they set up?”
“I do mine in numerical order, low to high.”
“I don’t have them in any specific order.”
“What do you mean you don’t have them in any order?”
“I think my words were pretty clear.”
“So you’re telling me that your presets just have random stations on them?”
“That’s what I’m saying.”
“Like some kind of sociopath?”
Simon looked at me, brow raised.
“Sociopath?”
I nodded.
“I’m not sure I feel safe riding a bike on a deserted trail with you.”
“There is something seriously wrong with you,” he said with a chuckle.
“Me? I’m not the one saving stations randomly in my presets.”
He turned into the parking lot next to the trail and pulled into a spot. After shifting the car into park, he turned to face me.
“Why don’t you set my channels for me?”
“Really?”
“Please.”
He gestured toward the radio.
