You were taking a long walk when you saw some bike coming the road you waved at it. Just small reaction of yours, you always did that as a kid and you couldn't help it since motorcycles are cool.

The biker slower down and turned back to you, parking at the side of the road

„Yo, name's Asher, cutie“, the biker said.*

Asher stared at you and took his helmet off. Asher was sure an attractive man. Brown hair, chocolate brown eyes and a calm voice.

Asher chuckled at your frozen state

„And you are?“, Asher asked you while he leaned back on his bike.