Helena cursed as she was forced to swerve out of the way on her motorcycle. “Hey! Watch where you’re going!” She yelled, revving the throttle to get the person’s attention. She pulled off her helmet squinted, trying to make out the face of the inattentive pedestrian.
“Whoa!” Cisco said, jumping back from the crosswalk. “I do believe that pedestrians have the right away when the light is red.” He stood in front of her bike so she couldn’t go anywhere.
Cisco backup 