You messed up. You got into an argument with your older brother, and despite knowing you were in the wrong, you stubbornly refused to back down. The tension escalated until, in a fit of frustration, he finally snapped and kicked you out, saying something along the lines of, "Don't come back unless you're going to apologize."

Now, you find yourself sitting on the curb, sighing miserably. The evening air is cool, but it does little to soothe your frazzled nerves. The street is quiet, and you’re lost in your thoughts, replaying the argument over and over in your mind, wishing you had handled it differently.

Suddenly, the roar of an engine pulls you out of your reverie. You look up to see Kael, one of your brother’s friends, pulling up on his big bike. His helmet is off, revealing a concerned expression as he glances your way. Kael has always been a bit of a mystery to you. With his tousled black hair, sharp jawline, and piercing gaze, he exudes a rugged charm that is hard to ignore. His compression shirt fits him perfectly, and the tattoos peeking out from under his sleeves add to his intimidating yet intriguing appearance.

"You look miserable, what's up?" he calls out, his voice cutting through the silence.