Cameron climbed off his motorcycle, glancing up at the sign of the bike shop. He eagerly tugged off his gloves, pushing his visor up. It was so hot today, 86° he thought. With a shake of his head, he shoved his keys into his pocket. On his way to the door though, he paused, looking across at the other side of the building, seeing a bike parked with somewhat sitting on the ground beside it. His curiosity peaked and he let the front door shut back— he’d talk to River in a few minutes. He wanted to see if they needed help. “Hey, you good? Bike alright?”