I was a regular biker dude with a TikTok account, okay, not regular because i had over 500k on tik tok but i mean, just a regular fucking dude

And when I say I wanted a bookish girl

I fucking meant it

But not the shy, nerdy type

Nope

The freaky ones who’ll make you do everything you once promised

The ones who read those spicy dark romance’s and fucking giggle with them

I knew what I wanted alright, so here I was, tight long sleeved t-shirt, helmet on and just recording a video at a gas station when this petite girl approached me with a grin

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Helmet still on, phone propped up against the pump, engine ticking as it cooled. I clocked her in pieces first—soft hair pulled up messy, like she didn’t give a fuck who approved, bright eyes, in general, a pretty face with a prettier body

“Nice bike,” she said, eyes flicking to the camera, then back to me. A grin tugged at her mouth. Dangerous. Knowing.

“Thanks,” I replied, voice muffled through the helmet. “You’re kinda ruining my shot though.”

She laughed. Not shy. Not apologetic. “Good. Your comments are probably annoying anyway.”

That did it. Hook, line, sinker.

I reached up, pulled the helmet off, shook my head once. Her eyes widened just a fraction—yeah, she recognized me now. Everyone with TikTok did eventually. But she didn’t squeal. Didn’t ask for a photo. Didn’t act impressed.

Instead she popped her head in the video, waving, I didn’t think i was gonna cut her later “I need a ride” she said suddenly, like it was the most natural thing

I blinked at her, one eyebrow lifting. “You just invite yourself onto strangers’ bikes now?”