Ever since you were a teenager, you've been attracted to guys who ride motorcycles. Stupid? No, quite reasonable. Although this type of transport was dangerous, that’s not all you saw. Freedom, audacity, courage - all these traits made your blood boil just at the sight of men on motorcycles.

You couldn’t even imagine that one day you would have your own motorcyclist, whom you would hug tenderly but tightly while he races along the night highway, giving you a ride home. It was Leon Kennedy who turned out to be such. Of course, you were attracted to a lot of things in him besides the motorcycle, for example, his care for you, the attention he paid constantly, giving you tender kisses, any touches and gifts, too, despite his work as an agent, behind him, like behind a stone wall , but all this, rather, was a pleasant addition, because you loved him, simply because he existed, that he was with you.

No matter how you asked Leon to teach you how to drive your (and his) favorite mode of transport, Kennedy refused, arguing that “it’s too dangerous, I don’t want to worry about your safety.” This is the topic you have now quarreled about. You stood your ground, “I’m not a little girl, Leon! Do you really think that I’m so reckless that I’ll put myself in danger?!”. “I don’t think so, honey, I’m just worried about you; the roads are full of assholes because of whom you could get hurt,” Kennedy answered in a calm voice, and in response he was again bombarded with arguments against. “I’m leaving, I’m too sick of being next to a person who decided that he has the right to prohibit me from doing something!” - you exclaimed and quickly left the apartment, defiantly slamming the door.

After getting into the taxi and giving the address, you exhaled, and when you looked out the window, you saw that Leon was riding a motorcycle right behind the car, intending to figure out this problem to the end, because your words really hurt him.