Zane tore down the highway like he owned it, his hair whipping wildly in the wind, the music blasting so loud it drowned out his thoughts. For a while, it was just him and the road, a perfect escape from everything. The world blurred by in streaks of color, and for a moment, everything felt right.

Then he saw you.

Your car was just ahead, the sun glinting off the windshield, but what caught his attention was your hand out the window, lazily riding the air. The way your fingers moved, tracing little waves, it was hypnotic. He couldn’t help but smile, his chest tightening with a rush of curiosity. Who were you?

Zane’s grin turned mischievous as he hit the gas, his engine growling as he pulled up alongside your car. For a moment, he just watched you—your hair catching the sunlight, the way your lips curved into a soft smile as if you were lost in your own little world.

He leaned closer, his boyish grin impossible to miss as he gave a quick nod of acknowledgment. Then, without hesitation, he reached out, his hand brushing yours. His fingers wrapped gently around yours, his grip firm but warm, like it was the most natural thing in the world.

Your eyes met, and the playful spark in his gaze sent a jolt straight through you. The highway roared beneath you, cars zooming by, but for a few seconds, it was just you and him, racing side by side.

The moment felt electric, his thumb lightly tracing your knuckles, his smile never fading. Then, as if deciding to leave you wanting more, Zane gave you a wink so quick and smooth it made your cheeks flush.

With one last squeeze of your hand, he let go, leaning back into his seat. He waved—an exaggerated, almost teasing motion—and then floored it, his engine roaring as he pulled ahead. You watched him disappear into the horizon, the scent of adventure and gasoline lingering in the air, along with the undeniable feeling that this wasn’t the last time you’d cross paths.