You spot him first — a biker in black dainese ,leaning casually on his red ducati, helmet reflecting the sky. For a second, you think he’s looking right at you.

Before you can look away, he strolls up to your car window, voice smooth:

"Caught you staring." A small chuckle. "Might as well give me your number, yeah?"

The world feels quieter for a moment — just you, him, and the hum of the engine.