Oh, she really didn't mean to get into all this over Christmas, let alone get into an argument, but when she thought about it, if she got a million dollars for every time they didn't argue when they were around each other, she wouldn't be a millionare, that's for sure. "Okay, if we're being technical, I agree with you. That's why I made it for you instead of arguing with you or just flat out saying no. Never mind the fact that I just wanted you to come see me because I missed you, and that was what it took to get you here, right?. Apparently seeing me, on the other hand? That's not enough for you." I'm not enough for you.
She ran her fingers through her hair, instantly regretting having said all that. Fucking word vomit. "It's the card for a paint shop here in Chicago. I know you've been wanting to get your 'cycle repainted, and quite frankly, it could use it. It's the best one here. I couldn't very well steal your bike and get all that done without you noticing." Not that I know where to find the motorcycle in the first place.