James supposed he should have cared more about what the other workers thought. After all, he'd have to go back in the morning. And this job was actually decent pay for once; it'd be nice not to get fired. Especially not for something as silly to judge him about as suspecting he was having some sort of fling with Kingsley.
But then the bike started moving, and he couldn't bring himself to care. This was brilliant. He felt fairly certain that it could go at least as fast as a broom, and the rumbling noise of the engine was hardly unpleasant, it made him think that the bike could go even faster. Plus, he had enough pocket money from the day's pay for the pie Kingsley suggested, part of which he could bring home to Lily, and possibly even enough to buy Kingsley that drink he'd promised him. Though whether a drink was a good idea when they would have to ride a bike again afterward was definitely debatable.
"Sounds good to me," he said. The wind was noisy as it rushed by them, but his mouth was close enough to Kingsley's ear that he didn't need to speak too loudly.
Yes, he definitely needed a break like this. He could use the mobile when they got to the pub and tell Lily that he'd be late, but he'd be bringing pie. Surely that would make up for it.