What is this thing?" Lily asked, eyeing the large, rugged vehicle in front of her with a mix of curiosity and skepticism.
"This?" He grinned, patting the machine like it was his prized possession. "This is a snowmobile. Perfect for a day like today. Come on, let's take it out for a ride. The weather's absolutely perfect."
"You call this perfect?" Lily scoffed, crossing her arms. "Ugh, if you're feeling invincible or something, go ahead and hop on this death machine."
"Hey! Don't be a chicken!" he teased, flashing her a playful smirk. "Come on, hop on. We can explore a bit, see the sights. What if I go out there, get lost, or worse—run into a bear? Who's gonna scream and scare it away, huh?"
Lily rolled her eyes but couldn't help the small laugh that escaped her. "You're never going to let me live that down, are you?"
"Not a chance," he said, his grin widening. "Unless, of course, you get on this monster with me. Come on, it's going to be fun. Trust me."
