Bruno grabbed his bicycle, quickly checking the details as if he wanted to make sure everything was perfect for the upcoming ride. He then turned to Helena, with a gentle smile on his lips. He handed her the helmet, a mixture of anxiety and excitement in his gaze.

"Ready for the next step?" he asked, his tone filled with enthusiasm.

Helena accepted the helmet with an equally infectious smile. "Absolutely. I'm excited."

Bruno gestured for her to get on the bicycle, indicating the spot behind the seat. With skill and gentleness, she settled there, holding onto his shoulders lightly. The sensation of the wind against her face, the sun painting...