This attracts my attention. I have been reading (and my attention has been interrupted at a very exciting point of my book), but I pause and look up.
“That one,” he points. I spot him, dressed in yellow and black leathers and looking decidedly smaller than the others.
“Wow,” I say, but my attention lasts only as long as a brief thought, “What on Earth do his mum and dad think, watching this?”
The book demands my attention. The British Superbike Championships ticket was, I think, £12 wasted on me.
*True story! Pic thanks to Knockhill.