The man looked honest and his hands were full of calluses. The color of his clothes had faded and his motorcycle looked worn but he wore a shiny silver ring on his finger. One could know from a single look that he took very good care of it, seemingly a wedding ring.
Somehow, Kevin had a good feeling towards him, therefore he said, "It's fine, you may leave! Ride slower next time!"
If something happened, a family would be ruined.
"Aye, thank you, Sir!"
The man nodded and bowed. Then, he tinkered around his motorcycle, packed his things, and left.
Scarlett tugged at his sleeves. "Kevin! You're really cold on the outside but kind on the inside. He almost crashed into you! You were still so polite to him! I'm getting mad!
"It's fine, we weren't hurt anyway. It wasn't easy for him either.
