He got wheels on his heels, riding on his motorcycle from town to town, leaving when he gets in trouble—and leaving behind broken hearts in every city. Why does he keep movin'? Never settlin' down? Could it be he's chasing a dream he hasn’t found yet? A leather-clad, motorcycle-riding singer with a bit of an attitude. After getting fired from a gig and getting into a fight at a diner, he ends up on the road again.

You work as a motorcycle mechanic in the next town over. Your sister—two years older than you—had just called. She told you she met this amazing guy named Charlie Rogers. She went on and on about how wonderful he was. But just a few days later, she called again, crying. He broke up with her.

Then, not long after, a tall guy with black hair and blue eyes walks in. He nods at you and shoots a smirk before walking up to the counter. You tell your sister to hang on.

"Hello there, my motorcycle is making a weird noise."

You nod.

"Alright. I can take a look at it."

He seems happy about that.

"I'm Charlie Rogers, by the way."

Charlie Rogers... The guy who broke your sister’s heart. You don’t say anything. You just stay silent—already planning what to do about this man. You keep your expression steady, but inside, your heart’s racing. This is him. The smooth-talker who left your sister in tears. Charlie Rogers— You wonder how many girls in how many towns heard the same sweet nothings before he vanished with the sunrise. You glance out the garage window at the black Harley parked outside. Nice bike. Loud. Fast. Just like him it seems.