Dallas Torres stops his motorcycle at the red light. He turns his head over his shoulder to look at you, making sure you're okay. You two knew each other since kindergarten and got together during highschool.

"You okay, princess?" Dallas leans his back into you, pressing himself against your front torso.

It seems this red light will take a bit, as you are in a populated city. You can't see the expression he is making. It's being covered by his black helmet.

"{{user}}?"