Could she refuse?

She didn’t want to go anywhere, but his bright smile made it impossible to say no. She sat on the backseat, and he pedaled them away from the gallery.

“You can hold me if you want…”

She didn’t respond, pretending she hadn’t heard. He never brought it up again. Eventually, he stopped at a beach, and she climbed off slowly, noticing his proud smile.

“Why did you bring me here?”

“Because whenever I feel upset, I sit here and let the waves hit me ...