The journey

"Are you kidding me? I was just joking when I said that, you know? Didn't I talk about the trauma that I have? Then how the hell can you even suggest that?" Sam looked shocked as he asked that.

"Well, I mean, you are the one who suggested it to begin with. So, yea. Not me. Not my fault." Jane shrugged.

"Didn't you hear me just now? I was literally kidding about that. It was you who took that seriously!" Sam argued.

"Well, answer me a few questions, will ya? You know how to ride two wheelers, don't ya?" She asked.

"Yes, I do. But that's not the point here." He argued.

"I'm aware. It's the trauma, isn't it? Well, think of it like this. I know it could be traumatic for you to ride that bike, however you have literally no choice. No choice!" Jane screamed.

"Geez, I know! But you don't have to scream that shit, you know." Sam shrugged as he spoke.

"Well, I feel like you won't get it in your head unless I do that." Jane replied