" She points at two big steps on the back of her bike.
"You have training... somethings? What are they?"
"Feet platforms. My dad made them for my cousin to use. Step on."
"But I don't have a cool helmet with a lightning bolt."
"Your head is hard enough."
"Funny." I steady myself without touching her.
"To the train yard," she says and pushes on the pedals. We don't move.
"Anytime," I tell her.
'You know. While we're still young and beautiful."
She pushes hard again. "You weight a ton."
"You need me to drive?"
"I need momentum, that's all. Get off."
"You're very charming, but you must hear that all the time."
"Get off," she says. "I'll ride, and you run after me and jump on the bike."
"Do many guys ask you out twice?"
"Only the ones with balls. "

― Cath Crowley , Graffiti Moon