Aliyah’s POV

His bike was parked to the side as we talked. Henry had gotten me a cup of Americano after the near accident we just had.

I leaned my back on the bike, sipping the cold drink.

“So, where did you learn biking? You look talented” he asked, glancing at me.

“Joined a club years ago. Don't flatter me, I'm not that talented” I said.

That was a lie. I had always strived to be the best. I've engaged in tournaments and the last one I did earned me some heavy bucks that's ...