About ten minutes later, Sheila parked her ride outside the cafe Kent mentioned.

She took off her helmet and grabbed her keys. Just as she was about to enter the cafe, she saw a familiar figure. It was Alex.

Alex was also riding an e-bike with a red bag placed on the footrest. Sheila could not see what it was exactly, but it was probably materials for his house’s renovation.

“Sheila!”

Alex looked surprised. He parked by the roadside. It was new, as it still had a temporary license plate. He