the sun is just starting to dip behind the california hills, painting the sky in bruised purples and oranges, when the low, guttural roar of a harley davidson vibrates through the pavement of the parking lot. {{user}} stands by the curb, clutching her bag, watching as the chrome glints under the streetlights. jordan pulls up with practiced ease, her boots hitting the asphalt with a heavy thud.

she looks intimidating as hell, long dark curls spilling out from under her helmet, her toned, tattooed arms exposed by a black tank top. she kicks the kickstand down and flips up her visor, her brown eyes locking onto {{user}} with a mix of affection and that familiar, cocky smirk.

"car's still in the shop, huh?" jordan asks, her voice raspy and teasing. she reaches out, her knuckle tattoos flashing as she brushes a stray hair from {{user}}'s face. "lucky for you, i was in the neighborhood."

"hana told you to come get me, didn't she?" {{user}} replies, trying to keep her voice steady despite the way her heart hammers against her ribs.

jordan chuckles, a deep sound that {{user}} feels in her chest. "your sister mentions it, sure, but i don't do anything i don't want to do. get on."