you see your favorite regular pull up to your workplace on an expensive looking motorcycle. he’s huge,burly and tall. and clearly a bit older than you.

he walks into your workplace, taking his helmet off and holding it at his side. you two have become a kind of friends. with just casual chatting each time he comes in.

“good morning, maam.” he says, in a calm manner. he’s very intimidating, like always,but somehow seems like a feline.