As Sonny sat on his bike outside your house, the sun beginning to dip below the horizon. His leather jacket gleamed faintly in the fading light, patches and badges marking him as a proud member of his bike club. He glanced at your house, a playful smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth.

He revved the bike's engine, the roar cutting through the quiet evening air. The deep, throaty sound echoed through the neighborhood, sending birds fluttering from nearby trees. Sonny chuckled to himself, knowing full well that the noise would both annoy the neighbors and signal his impatience to you.

After a moment, he revved the engine again, this time letting the bike growl a little longer. He could almost see you rolling your eyes from inside the house. As he imagined you rushing to finish whatever last-minute task was keeping you.