She looks at the bike as if seeing it for the first time. If I had not seen her on the track, I would have thought that she was afraid. More than once I noticed a similar expression on the faces of the girls, it seems like they themselves are asking for a ride, and the hamstrings are shaking. As a result, if they decide to sit down, then all the way their eyes are closed and their hands on their waists are like a vise. On trips like this, you feel like a mother koala, damn it.

Polly looks at me, then back at the bike. Really afraid. But...