The hotel was on the road, big and bright with night lights, polished floors, luxury cars parked outside, even a few valets who came over seeing Max's bike, their eyes instantly going to the Ducati like it was something rare. It was a rich area and everyone knew if someone was driving a Ducati it was sometimes more expensive than a premium car.
" You can't drive it, show me the way to safer parking, and Blanka, wait here for me, I'll park it and come back "
Max stopped his bike in front of a valet, the valet wanted to take his bike out of habit but Max shook his head once, firm but polite, no one touched his machine. Then he looked at Blanka gently who was looking extremely cute with the red helmet on, the visor a little big for her face, making her look smaller and softer than usual.
" I will wait for you here "
