As Bella walked into the garage, she was shocked to see the red bike standing up, actually looking like a motorbike, rather than an assemblage of spare parts.
“Whoa,” she breathed out, “Jake, you’re amazing.”
He smiled, and laughed. “I’m glad you like it.” He watched her run her hand over the chassis, squeezing the throttle. “I suppose,” he added quietly, “if I had a brain, I would have dragged it about it.”
Bella looked sharply at him. "Why?"
Jacob dropped his gaze to the floor, shuffling his feet back and forth. He answered eventually, speaking slowly. “Bella, if I told you that I couldn’t fix these bikes, what would you have said?”
She didn’t answer immediately, and Jacob looked up at her, watching her smile gently, and look at him thoughtfully. "I would say...that's too bad, but I'll bet we could figure out something else to do. If we got really desperate, we could even do homework."
Or anything, really, she thought, silently. Heck, even play cops and robbers if that was what it took.
“I’m glad you like it,” he said. “Wanna go try them out?”
“Yes!” Bella squealed, trying not to show just how much.
“Let’s go!” He said, rolling the first bike out the door.
Their giddiness was infectious, and they left, their footprints obscured by the long lines of tracks left by the bike tires.