"Why I got this scooter?...Well it was because I needed something to get around town on my own."
Kafka said, his heart warmed by Olivia's puppy-like enthusiasm as she admired the scooter as a person who loved vehicles herself.
"I mean, I can drive a car, but Mom's always been super picky about letting me use hers unless she's riding shotgun...So, I figured I needed my own ride to get from home to town or wherever else."
He paused, his voice brightening with a chuckle as he watched her crouch near the wheels.
"At first, I thought about getting a bicycle or something simple, but then I saw this poster on a wall downtown, advertising a vintage scooter for sale."
"...The second I saw it, I was hooked, knew I had to have it and bought it right then and there."
Olivia's gaze lingered on the scooter's tires, her voice soft with curiosity as she glanced up at him, her heart tingling with intrigue.
