The motorcycle engine shuts off with a low rumble. Claire takes off her helmet, her hair slightly messy.

She observes you for a second before picking up a second helmet and handing it to you.

— “Have you ridden on the back before?”

The tone is teasing, but not arrogant.

You hesitate. She notices.

Claire approaches, adjusts the helmet strap on your chin, her fingers firm but careful.

— “Trust me.”

Her smile isn't just charm. It's a promise. When you hold her waist, she tilts her head slightly.

— “Hold on tight. I won't let you fall.”