About three weeks ago, my bike was stolen. It was a Friday night with an endless sky and a moon that smirked waiting for the night to unfold. I was on my way home from work, pedaling hard because I had to go and I knew I wouldn’t make it. I saw a corner store and made my way there. I secured my bike with a lock real fast on a pole on the side and ran inside to relieve myself. Luckily the restroom was both clean and available. I finished my business, bought some gum, and went outside. That’s when I noticed my bike was gone. I didn’t have spare change for a taxi and the bus had stopped running. I had to walk home.
A few days ago, on a Saturday noon with real nice fat clouds in the sky and a sun brighter than gold I was walking downtown and next to a cafe I saw- my bike. Clear as day it was my bike, it had the cat sticker I had put on it peeling off as if the thief had tried to take it off and gave up midway. I decided I would wait for the culprit nearby and it must have been fifteen to twenty minutes when I saw her. The most beautiful girl I have ever seen. Her black hair flowed in the wind even though there was none. Her every movement possessed an unique flair I was entranced and almost forgot about my bike. I dashed to her before she could speed off and placed my hands firmly on the handlebars.
“This is my bike.” I said. “You stole my bike.”
There was furrowed brows, and two deep pools of green, almost emerald- I could almost dive into them.
“What! Get off, who are you? What are you talking about?” She said.
I did not let go. “This is my bike. You are sitting on my bike and you stole it.”
“Get off and let me go before I call the police.”
“Do it. And I can tell them you stole my bike.” I said.
“How can it be your bike if it was a gift from my dad for my birthday.”
“Then your dad is a thief. And it’s still my bike.”
Her eyes glared at me and that’s when I realized. What am I doing?
“Okay, look you see this sticker here. I put it there. My sister gave me that sticker.” The cat had it’s ears peeled off and looked more like a panda now. “And you see under the frame here, that’s my name.” I showed her where I had etched Bobak wildly on it with a knife.
She shook her head dubiously, and said, “It can’t be. Dad bought it for me. I’m sorry you say it’s yours but I had nothing to do with stealing it and I bet you my dad didn’t either. He must have bought it from a pawn shop, I’m sure.”
I didn’t say anything. I stared at my bike and I looked at her again and before I could speak she said, “Look, give me your phone number and I’ll have a word with my dad. If what you say is true, I will call you to meet me to pick it up when I have a ride. Right now I really need it to get home.”
“But your dad can just lie to you.”
“I have my ways to get my dad to tell me the truth. And if he bought it from someone else I’ll tell you where and you can file a report or whatever you have to do, but this is my bike until then.”
“Okay.” I said. I didn’t know what else to say. She was talking and I could see her lips move, but I was so mesmerized by her she could have anything she wanted honestly. Keep the bike as far as I’m concerned. So I decided if I could get her number, I would be happy.
“How will I know it’s you?” I gave her my number and said, “Call me now so I can save it on my cellphone.”
She looked at me and I saw her nostrils flare. I loved that.
“Fine,” she said. “But I have to go.”
She called me and her phone number registered on my cell phone. I let go of the handlebars and she steered away and left but I yelled, “Wait! What’s your name!” And I thought I heard her say Elisa. I could see her from the distance, this time there was wind and her hair danced and fluttered like my heart.
Today is Tuesday, almost midnight with twinkly stars sitting there staring at me through my window, I’m happy. I couldn’t sit around anymore earlier in the day, and I called her.
“Hello.” She said.
“It’s Elizabeth. Bobak right?”
“Yes.” I said.
“Look, where can we meet? I’m really pissed but you were right. My dad stole your bike.”
I felt like saying I knew it! But I also knew that it would ruin any chances I had with her.
“Well, you know what?” I said. “I already have a bike, and you did say it was for your birthday. Why don’t you just keep it?”
“Seriously? After all that trouble, you want me to just keep it?”
“Well yeah. But look, I’ll tell you the truth. I would prefer to just have coffee with you.”
She was quiet on the other end, for a while too I almost thought she hung up.
“Hello?” I said.
“Okay sure.” She said.
I could have punched my desk over and over with excitement.
“At the cafe I saw you, same time at noon tomorrow?” I said.
“Sure we can do that. But just to thank you for the bike and to make up for my dad stealing it in the first place.”
“Sounds good, I’ll see you tomorrow Elizabeth.”
“Okay Bobak.” She said and hung up.
The plan is to steal the daughter of the man who stole my bike.