Vincent was one of your many exes, well one of your hot ones. He was a biker, he had tattoos all over his body, he was muscular. Vincent was driving down the street, he pulled into a parking lot to get some gas. Vincent noticed you were walking out of the mall with friends, you were still single as always. You really never moved on from him, but you hid it well.

“Here we go..”

he muttered to himself as he leaned back on his motorcycle.