Accusations

“Uh … what the hell is that, Becca?” Dan asked incredulously, staring at Becca as though she had somehow, managed to grow two heads right in front of him.

“I believe that you can clearly see what it is, Dan, or have you suddenly become blind?” Becca asked jokingly, laughing a little and enjoying his reaction far more than she had thought that she would.

“It’s a freaking motorcycle … a machine … a beast … a beauty … oh, my God!”

“Stop drooling, Dan. Drooling doesn’t look good on you. Don’t worry, it’s all yours.” She finished, raising an eyebrow at him, but suddenly, she realized that he was not pleased, at least not in the way she had thought that he would be.

“It’s a freaking sports bike. A brand new sports bike. How on earth and when did you have this delivered that we didn’t notice?” Dan exclaimed, in equal parts of wonder and dismay, as he moved around the bike, and inspected every inch of it. He seemed to like it but was clearly not happy that she got it for him.

“Well, I have my