Matteo was selling himself short, he didn't have a clinic in the city. He had what you could pass off as a hospital.
We packed in front of the hospital, I got down taking off the helmet, freeing my long brunette hair.
Matteo took off his then came down from the bike, I still couldn't get over the fact that he looked like a movie star on that.
He also looked very in his element, like he was born to be on two wheels instead of four.
He grabbed the big helmet from his hands. He sniffed it making me knit my brows together.
"Pineapple shampoo", he said, more to himself than to me. His words remind me of his brother.
Then he gestured towards the clinic, leading the way, one helmet under his arm and the other in his hand. Leaving him with a free hand to help me with the door.
We walked in and I was amazed by how calm the hospital was. I could tell this was supposed to be the waiting room, but for a waiting room, everyone seemed very calm. Or perhaps that was the clinic feel.
