Photo prompt: © CEAyr
“We’ll call him Friday,” Emmaline stated.
Roger glanced up. They’d just left the restaurant and he had urgent emails to check. “Call who?”
“Him.” She pointed toward the bike, which was parked across the alleyway between a bush and a wall.
He squinted and frowned simultaneously. Emmaline’s cryptic tendencies were sweet sometimes but annoying most other times.
He saw no one. His frown deepened. A stupid black cat perched on his bike’s seat, fur puffed as if it had just stuck a paw in a socket.
“See?” Emmaline laughed. “He adopted our bike on Black Friday. Let’s call him Friday.”