"Come wit' me--quickly," Cyril instructed, turning without hesitation and moving to the street corner. Whatever I say, eh? He almost chuckled, opting instead to relish this turn of events at another time when privacy is more readily available. He turned the corner in no time and grabbed the helmet off the back of the motorcycle creeping into Lily's field of view. He turned to face her and thrust the helmet in her direction as she caught up. "You'll wanna wear dis." He grinned.