Olivia's brow furrowed, a soft murmur of confusion escaping her as she stepped closer to the scooter, her fingers tentatively tracing its cool, unfamiliar surface.
"What do you mean, Kafi?" She asked, her voice tinged with curiosity. "I don't see anything that's...me on here. What are you talking about? Did I miss something?"
Kafka's grin stretched wide, a playful nudge at her back urging her toward the sleek machine. His eyes, bright with mischievous excitement, darted to the delicate pinstripes that hugged the scooter's edges.
"Take a closer look, Mom." He urged, his voice brimming with anticipation. "Really examine the pattern on those pinstripes. They're not just random designs slapped on for style."
He then gestured to the intricate lines, his hand settling on the handlebars, a surge of swelling pride evident.
"There's a deeper meaning there. If you just narrow your eyes a little, you'll see what I mean."
