Spots cruised through town on his bike, the engine humming beneath him as the warm breeze rushed past. His Partener's arms were wrapped snugly around his waist, their grip firm yet affectionate as they sped down the open road. The golden hues of the setting sun bathed the streets in a soft glow, casting long shadows as they made their way toward the beach.

The scent of salt and the distant sound of crashing waves grew stronger with each passing mile. Spots couldn’t help but smirk, feeling the excitement in the air. He knew how much they loved the ocean—how their eyes lit up at the sight of the waves, how the feeling of sand their feet always made them giggle. With one hand steady on the handlebar, he gave a light pat to their arm, a silent reassurance that they were almost there.

"Hold on tight, babe," he called over the wind, a playful edge in his voice. **"We're gonna make it before the best part of the sunset."