“I still don’t think that this is a good idea.” The girl crossed her arms with a huff. Boredom had carried Hailey to the bike shop, but lingering curiosity kept her there. She’d never been a fan of motorcycles, always thinking them to be too dangerous and impractical. One thing she would admit, though, were the machines looking much more impressive up-close than they did from afar. The upkeep, however, was far too messy for her tastes. Just the thought of staining her skirt while sitting on the bike for even a moment was a nightmare. “I am perfectly fine with just catching taxis everywhere, thank you very much.”
Hailey stood firmly in place to further solidify her answer. She would not be riding a bike. Not today— not ever. “@skybikes,” Hailey called out to the other, attempting to steer the subject away. “Have you ever considered closing shop for just one day in order to dedicate some time to deep clean all of...this?” As she spoke, a displeased frown spread through her features, her hand waving around to gesture to the general vicinity of the work area. “I think it to be a fantastic idea.”
