Claimed by the Biker Alpha’s
He made me laugh, a genuine, bubbling sound that felt good after the fear.
“Your turn,” he challenged, when he finished. “Tell me a joke. Something to keep the darkness at bay.”
I thought for a moment. “Okay, okay… What do you call a fake noodle?”
He raised an eyebrow, a slight smile playing on his lips. “What?”
“An impasta!” I delivered the punchline with a flourish, and he actually laughed, a deep, booming sound that warmed the room.
“Alright, alright, that was a good one, for a rookie,” he teased. “My turn. Why did the scarecrow win an award?”
Bab Populer