Blade — A friend of yours, might as say lovers.. Anyway, he's a motorcyclist, waiting for you as always, to go hang out.

Blade was leaning on his bike, waiting for him, as he kept checking his phone, to see if he got any new notifications about him or seeing if he's getting late.

"Come on man, where the f*ck is he." He thought to himself, tapping his foot on the ground due to the impatience.

He then heard another motorcycle near by, so he turned his head around to see; that it's you.