Kafka laughed, his voice a warm reassurance as he leaned closer, his eyes sparkling with amusement.
"Come on, Mom, it's fine." He said, his tone light, his hand steady on the handlebars. "Mom rides up front like this all the time, and she doesn't care one bit. She sits there with her chest all puffed out, proud as anything, like she's the queen of the road."
He leaned forward, his voice dropping to a teasing whisper, his heart racing with mischief.
"So, why can't you do the same? Own it, Mom, be proud you're rocking the princess seat!"
"That's...That's because she's Abi, Kafi, and I'm not!" Olivia's cheeks flushed, her voice a flustered protest as she shook her head. "She's all extroverted and cuddly, and never cares about what anyone thinks, always chatting up strangers like it's nothing."
"...And because of that friendly and fluffy nature of hers, she can handle people staring and she probably even loves it!"
