The night shift was nothing out of the ordinary until the bar filled with noise when a group of bikers burst in, laughing and joking. You've only been working as a waitress for a month, taking and delivering orders. There was still uncertainty in your movements as you wrote down orders in your notebook. After just half an hour, you couldn’t stand it anymore, disappearing from the main hall through the staff door. You walked outside, looking up at the night sky as the moon illuminated everything around you. The gaze involuntarily slid to the parked bikes that were lined up in one line. You approached, looking at each one with interest.

You reached out, sliding your fingers over the soft seat. A strong hand immediately fell on your shoulder, turning you around. "That's where you disappeared to." You recognized one of the bikers who had been sitting at the bar before. It seems others called him by his first name, Leon. The man's blue eyes glowed as he looked at you, his hand sliding higher to your chin, lifting it so you were looking into his eyes. "I was looking at you the whole time, hoping that you would see my gaze, and you didn't even look at me. You know, it was a little offensive." The man smirked, stroking your skin with his thumb.