Annie lets out a small shriek but clings to his belt even as he slowly gets them out onto the main roads. Lean with him. Stay with him, she reminds herself, and practices as he leans.
By the time they're at the main roads, she's leaning against his back, alternating between opening and shutting her eyes. The wind whips at her hair that sticks out from the helmet, but by the time they're in Kensington, she's feeling a bit more confident.
A few lefts and rights and she's telling him to stop in front of a white house. Kensington is easily the nicest neighborhood in London, and Annie feels her cheeks burn at the thought of what Daryl's going to think. When they stop, she waits for the bike to turn off before she steps off, removing her helmet.
"So, uhm, this is my gran's," she says, by way of explanation. She'd grown up in a much more humble home in Inishmaan, only moving here with her grandmother after the massacre. "I don't know if she's home... Just, ah... wipe your feet?" She's got the key in the lock, turning it to let them in.
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By the time they're at the main roads, she's leaning against his back, alternating between opening and shutting her eyes. The wind whips at her hair that sticks out from the helmet, but by the time they're in Kensington, she's feeling a bit more confident.
A few lefts and rights and she's telling him to stop in front of a white house. Kensington is easily the nicest neighborhood in London, and Annie feels her cheeks burn at the thought of what Daryl's going to think. When they stop, she waits for the bike to turn off before she steps off, removing her helmet.
"So, uhm, this is my gran's," she says, by way of explanation. She'd grown up in a much more humble home in Inishmaan, only moving here with her grandmother after the massacre. "I don't know if she's home... Just, ah... wipe your feet?" She's got the key in the lock, turning it to let them in.