If you take my helmet, your day could end up in one of two ways ... adrenaline-filled, scenic with your arms in the air driving past the breezy coast or ... dead. Though I bet more comfortably on the first variable. I play fifty-fifty with those options on the regular and I haven't died yet.
Yet. The word chimes continuously in her mind, a persistent echo there to remind her to think twice and think carefully as she eyes the helmet with mild concern but great interest. (To hell with thinking twice, to hell with thinking too carefully when the thrill of something new, something she hadn’t done before is right there, right before her eyes. ) And then, her gaze wanders towards the bike and the first thought which forms is that her car suddenly seems like a much safer mode of transport with its four wheels and the roof over her head. (But it’s never anything new, it never gives her the chance to enjoy the view much or truly feel the blood pump through her veins.) It’s a safer option but not the more thrilling one, the thought intrudes, surprising Hyolyn. But what amuses her is Christian’s way of putting it. It’s lighthearted, it’s fun and it encourages laughter to leaves her mouth when she finally lets her hands drop down to the helmet he holds out, finally sold to the idea.
“Wouldn’t it be a funny twist of fate if today is the day the second option happens?” she muses quietly but catches herself; a little too late but she still smacks a hand over her mouth, head shaking. “No, no-- Never mind that. I didn’t say a thing, didn’t jinx it. All I need is a promise you won’t go too fast just to--uh, you know, allow sufficient time to truly enjoy the scenic route.” It’s not cowardice speaking, not quite, but only a mild form of apprehension - one she knows will disappear entirely, leaving plenty of space for the rush of adrenaline to fill whether her arms will be up in the air or not.