I pinched Niki's waist. Niki laughed and dodged to the side.

My eyes were fixed on Christian and it was hard to move away. He was wearing a white tracksuit, one foot across the mountain bike, looking quite sunny.

He looked at me with his head tilted, with a seemingly absent smile on his face.

This face, this smile, was simply too good to look at.

I later learned that the program Niki was talking about was the ride.

Knowing the truth, I was particularly embarrassed and whispered, "I don't know how to ride a bike."

Karle laughed and said, "That's okay, Christian can give you a ride, his car...