Barbara shook her head. "I mean I want to. I have a permit that's collecting dust. I took a bunch of classes, but a) I don't have a bike and b) my mother--let's just say before my dad pulled a particularly stupid stunt she used to make a disapproving face and now she cries openly at the mention of me getting my special license."
She picked up her chopsticks, walking them in circles around her plate. "So it was nice today. Riding with you."