53. Contracts

After the sunset, casting a warm glow over the horizon, they rode down the winding hillside, the engine's hum a comforting soundtrack to the fading light. As they descended, the air grew cooler, carrying the scent of earth and distant blossoms.

Halted at the foot of the hill, they found themselves before a modest tea stall, its humble presence illuminated by a single flickering bulb. Kayden, his brows furrowing slightly, glanced at the simple structure.

"Here?" he questioned, a note of hesitation in his voice.

"Yes, here," she replied, her tone resolute. "I want tea."

"We could find a nicer place," Kayden suggested, his eyes scanning the surrounding area for alternatives.

"What's wrong with this?" She dismounted from the bike, her gaze fixed on the stall.

Kayden took a moment to assess the condition of the stall. The structure appeared weathered, showing signs of age and neglect. The tin roof, battered by years of exposure to the elements, had several holes, allowing slivers of moonli