You, in your own Motorbike pulled up against his. He seemed like he didn’t notice you yet, he didn’t even look in your direction.

He had a nice physique, he wore a black leather jacket with black sweats. Nothing too crazy. He even rocked a Honda Grom, it had a nice black coating with white here and there.

You guys were at a Red Light.. This’ll take a while.

“Don’t think about killing my bike. I’ll break your hand before you could.”