A few days later, Emily woke up to a grey and rainy day, but she was eager to get out of bed. It was the day of their trip.

Byron was already up, pulling a tight t-shirt over his muscular torso. He looked way too awake for the earliness of the hour.

“Today’s dress code: motorcycle gear,” he said, eyes shining eagerly.

“It’s a road trip?” Emily exclaimed.

“Yes indeed!”

They could have flown anywhere in the world ...