My girlfriend made a bet with someone: the loser would have to ride a nearly scrapped motorcycle at full speed along a mountain road, where they could die at any moment.
I objected, but she said this was just her way of getting back at her ex-boyfriend and that she wouldn't lose.
But when she saw the despairing smile on her ex's face, she softened. She hid the trump card in her hand and admitted defeat in front of everyone.
She looked at me nonchalantly. “Nothing's going to happen. It's just a race. Stop making such a big deal out of it.”
I sneered. “Since you're so sure nothing will happen, do you dare ride on the back of my bike?”
Bullshit novel