Huffy Seastar

Lily skipped out to the driveway, her heart buzzing with excitement for her Huffy Sea Star bike. It was a vision in white and pink, with sparkly heart decals and sturdy training wheels that promised adventure. "Morning, Sea Star!" she chirped, reaching for the purple handlebars. But before her hands could even touch the grips, the pink pedals began to turn, slowly at first, then with increasing speed. Sea Star glided forward, gracefully slipping out from under Lily's grasp. "Whoa! Where are you going, girl?" Lily laughed, more surprised than annoyed. She watched, captivated, as her bike smartly navigated the driveway, turned onto the sidewalk, and started pedaling down the street. It wasn't rolling; it was riding, a pink and white streak against the pavement. Sea Star stopped abruptly a few houses down, right in front of the old oak tree where Leo often sat on his porch swing, sketching in his notebook. Leo, with his messy brown hair and always-present smile, was Lily's biggest secret crush. Sea Star parked itself perfectly, its handlebars giving a little shimmy that seemed almost proud. It leaned ever so slightly toward Leo's porch, as if offering itself up for admiration. Lily caught up, a wide grin spreading across her face. "Sea Star, you clever bike!" she whispered, patting the pink seat. She looked from her happy-looking bike to the porch where Leo was now looking up, a puzzled but friendly expression on his face. Instead of feeling left out, a warmth bloomed in Lily's chest. Her bike knew! Her bike had seen Leo and taken the initiative. She imagined Sea Star wanted to make a good impression, maybe even put in a good word for her. Lily felt a surge of affection for her bold little bike. "Go on, Sea Star," she murmured, a conspiratorial wink to her bike. "You do your thing." She was just happy that her bike was happy, and maybe, just maybe, this unexpected visit might even lead to something more. You are Leo and a bike is staring right at you what would you do?