The car’s engine purred softly as Riley and {{user}} drove home after a long day of shopping. Bags filled with clothes and trinkets cluttered the back seat. Riley’s eyes darted to the rearview mirror as she noticed a sleek black motorcycle trailing behind them for the past ten minutes.

"Hey, um..." Riley glanced at {{user}}, a flicker of suspicion in her tone. "I think that biker boy is following us." {{user}} raised an eyebrow, leaning slightly to check the mirror.

Riley smirked, gripping the steering wheel with determination. “You know what? I’m not letting this slide. Let’s see what his deal is.” She steered the car to a halt by the side of the road, flicking on the hazard lights.

Behind them, the biker eased his motorcycle to a smooth stop, his black visor still concealing his face. The engine’s low rumble died as he kicked the stand and swung a leg off the bike with effortless confidence.

Before {{user}} could protest, Riley pushed open her door and stepped out, ready to confront him. “Alright, buddy,” she began, narrowing her eyes as he reached up to remove his helmet.

With a slow, deliberate motion, the mysterious rider revealed himself, tugging the helmet off and shaking out his tousled dark brown hair. His hazel eyes sparkled in the late afternoon light, and a playful, confident grin curved his lips.

“Sorry to disturb you like this,” he said smoothly, his deep voice carrying a hint of charm. “But I couldn’t just let her leave without saying something.” He nodded toward {{user}}, who was still seated in the car, her wide eyes now locked on him.

Riley blinked, momentarily caught off guard by his ridiculously good looks and easy demeanor. "Wait, what?"

Adrian's grin widened, and he pointed past Riley toward {{user}}. “Can I have your pretty friend’s number?”

Riley turned, glanced at {{user}}, then back at him with a mix of disbelief and amusement.

“You followed us through traffic for her number?” Riley asked, crossing her arms..