One of the best days of May

 Thank God, the thirteenth was on a Thursday. Of course, when Steve asked Vicki out for a bike ride, she was hoping he meant motorcycle, but of course, he was an eco-friendly kind of guy.

"It'll be just to the park," he said which was close to her house. The river was also there. After all, it was a beautiful late afternoon. What could go wrong?

She packed some sandwiches, fruit, and a few canned drinks in her backpack and she got on the bike in her spring frock, donned in her baby blue hightops, and held on quickly enough as he peddled with ease. It was as if she was light as a feather and she found herself in the most comfortable spot in the world. She loved holding on to him, his scent like a mainstay of lemons and spice that she wanted to last. 

He asked after they arrived if she had her own bicycle.

"Why?" She opened a soda for him.

"It's good exercise," Steve said.

"I don't really exercise."

"But you should," he looked at her as if she needed to stay healthy. She gave him a nod. However, she wasn't one to want to do anything and she ate what she wanted. She was fine. Of course, he said he could take a look at her ten-speed. She guessed it was a ten-speed.

When he took her by the hand, she thought she might be dreaming. Was it possible they were more than friends?

He helped her along the rocks by the river, and the spark of something amazing seized through her. Oh, she hoped he wasn't just being nice. When they made it to the grassy part, he didn't let go.

"Don't I annoy you?" She wanted to know.

"What do you mean?" Steve grinned.

"I dunno." Vicki bit her bottom lip to keep from smiling. "I mean, I used to be Tori when I was younger during my goth days." She did have to be honest.

"I see." He looked at her. "But you've grown up."

"Well, probably not that much." She did have to admit. 

Steve nodded. "Well, we all evolve. No matter what."

"Really?" Was he saying what she thought he was saying, or something really deep, she had no way of understanding? Her cell rang. She didn't want to answer it, but it kept ringing. She looked to see it was Mick.

"Um, I better take this." but she did it with one hand. She did not want to let go. "What is it, Micky!" She was gruff but she hated it when he interrupted her life sometimes.

He said Jools was sick and could she come quickly because he wouldn't tell him anything.