LIAM
I have a large Harley Davidson sitting in my garage.
When I remove the dust sheet protecting it, the shiny obsidian body slightly shimmers under the lights.
"Wow," Rain's gasp has me smiling. I love it when he loves my toys.
"One of my uncles bought this for me on my 16th birthday. I never got to ride it as much as I would have loved," I give him a little backstory as I run my hands on the smooth body.
"You have another bike in the city."
"I do. It's still a Harley Davidson but sporty. This is the classic model."
"It fits here, with all the vintage cars in here! This could be a showroom," he says as he touches a white vintage car close to us.
"Sometimes grandmas open the island and showcase the cars for a charity benefit if the theme is cars and vintage."
"Wow, I would love to see that."