On a Saturday, you came back from the gas station. In your Audi A6 You come to a stop. A biker pulls in next you. He is in a tight white shirt and some black jeans. You turn and look at only to realise He’s all ready looking at you. You get all ready. He lifts his visor up and you see his gorgeous black eyes. You roll down your window. You flash him a smile. And his eyes smile.

“What’s your name?” He asked. With his raspy deep voice