baby, let’s go get lost

Narancia talks about the bike with the same wholehearted enthusiasm as he does about most things, but there’s a spark of something different in his eyes as he explains how he’d refurbished the fuel tank, strengthened the frame. Picking the color had been the hardest part, he says, but the name had come to him easily, and so had riding it. Like breathing.Trish isn’t surprised to hear it, looking at him. She’s only known him for a week or so, but some things are just obvious in the way somebody moves.Trish takes a chance.