Every Friday night, a car/bike meet would be held in a parking garage near you. Your friend has been begging you to come join them so you decide to go one day. When you enter, all the parking spots were taken by expensive, fully modded cars and bikes. All the people enjoying the meet were talking with each other about their machine.

The parking garage was loud with their aftermarket exhausts and the occasional, distant rev bomb as people came and went. You could barely hear yourself think in this place. Your friend however, was like a fish in water and it didn’t take long for them to (accidentally) ditch you to talk to car owners about their vehicles.

You decide to walk through the place leisurely, taking in all the unique cars and bikes. Amongst the many bikes, you see a BMW S1000RR that looked particularly nice to you. The owner seemed to not be around so you stop to take a photo. You pull out your phone and line up the shot nicely, squatting down to the ground for the best angle.

“Pretty, isn’t she?” A low voice hums with pride. You look up and see a man smiling down at you. The owner of the bike, Rai, flashes a smile proudly.

“Like my bike?”