"Oh, I shouldn't let you offer me lifts all the time, Edgeworth," Phoenix said, exiting the courthouse with his friend. "I can offer you a lift."
Edgeworth stared at the man who did not own a driver's license – and as far as he knew not even a provisional. The grin on his face made him wary, "I'm not waiting for a bus with you."
"I didn't say that." As if to cement his statement Phoenix turned towards the car park behind the courthouse – away from the bus stop altogether.
Unsure of what the defence had in mind, Edgeworth followed him under the guise he was making his own way to his slick car. It was not until a few minutes he saw the bicycle sheds at the back of the courthouse. How had he forgotten those?
"I hope you aren't offering me a lift on that?" Edgeworth stared at the old bicycle Phoenix headed to. He slammed his briefcase in the basket at the front of the bike.
"Why not?" Phoenix asked. "It's a good bike."
He reached into his trouser pocket for the keys. He unlocked the bike, pulling it out from the racks once he had done so. Upon the distant inspection Edgeworth could tell Phoenix's bike was surprisingly in good condition aside from the scratches on the frame and the burns on the tires.
"That is utterly ridiculous." Coherent words had only forced their way to his tongue.
Ignoring Edgeworth's remark Phoenix swung his leg over the bicycle.
"Well, you surely jumped at the chance back in school," Phoenix rested his foot on the pedal leaning on the bike with half his weight.
The mentioning of his past flickered memories of sitting behind Phoenix clutching onto his friend in fear of falling. Phoenix pedalled as fast as he could for their added weight. Miles watched his friend straining each turn as he kept pedalling towards Miles' home – his being closer to school. Throughout the ride the wind brushed past their faces from the speed Phoenix was accelerating at. Phoenix glanced back at his friend with a wide grin and Miles offered a smile back still holding on.
"Yes, when we were children," Edgeworth held the urge to clear his throat. "You're twenty-five and I doubt even Ms Fey could seat herself on the back of the bike."
Phoenix smirked, leaning forward to grip the handlebars. "Was that some consideration, then?"
"No."
"Aww, don't be shy," Phoenix patted the back of his seat. "It's always free."
At that Edgeworth cringed at the smile Phoenix gave. The light teasing with a different edge to the usual banter. The prosecutor decided that he would leave the thought unattended to and bid a farewell to the defence attorney. Phoenix waved him with a smile.
Starting the engine of his car he watched as Phoenix speed off after waving at him from the outside. Phoenix looked ridiculous dressed in his suit riding the bike back to his office. His shirt fluttered with the drag of the wind against him as he rode out of the car park. Gone from sight, Edgeworth realised he had not been staring at the bristles of black hair for concern of a lack in regards of the safety helmet, but in fact how the man's speed pushed against the air resistance in breaths of wind.