“You always carry around two helmets?”
“No. But Sam had mentioned Graham wanted to see my bike and I brought it just in case he wanted a ride. Looks like he changed his mind, but glad I brought them both with me anyway.”
Marc put his on. It was a little big, but he was used to things being too big. It had been like that all his life. “Yeah. I love dancing. Reading,” Marc said, returning to Aiden’s earlier question and grinned. “And just so you know, the man was an amazing artist and had a fabulous solo career. I have several concert shirts, and all sorts of collectibles. You should see them!”
Aiden nodded, his eyes twinkling in the moonlight. “Sounds great. I’ve never been a fan of someone so much I collect anything. I’m impressed.” He patted the seat behind him. “Hop on.”
“Oh, wait. Let me throw this into my car,” he said, holding up his backpack. He tossed it into the back seat of his vehicle, then returned.