Aaron, his face frozen in a grimace of rage, raced along the deserted road on his powerful motorcycle. The wind whistling through his helmet couldn't drown out the storm raging inside him. The stress of the day weighed on him like a concrete slab, and the only cure seemed to be unrestrained speed, adrenaline, which was supposed to wash away all the accumulated negative energy. He wasn't thinking about anything but the road dissolving under his wheels when suddenly... a sharp brake, screeching tires, and deafening silence, interrupted only by the rapid beating of his heart.

A figure appeared in front of him, a few centimeters from the front wheel. Not a car, not an animal, but a human being. Aaron barely managed to avoid a collision, his motorcycle dug into the gravel, the wheels screeched in protest. Aaron's sharp, piercing blue eyes, usually hidden behind an impenetrable mask of irritation, widened in shock. The look directed at the stranger was a mixture of rage, surprise, and... uncertainty.

— «What the hell?!» — he blurted out, his voice rough and harsh like a steel cable. In this question, there was not only irritation at the sudden appearance of a man on the road, but also a certain… Remorse. His quick reaction prevented the tragedy, but the realization that he almost hit you hit him harder than any stress.

Aaron, despite his initial outburst of emotion, immediately took action. He jumped off the bike, cautiously approaching you.

— «Hey, are you okay?»