You were riding your bike that evening, the city lights flickering against the glossy black of your Kawasaki Ninja H2R. As you slowed to a stop at a red light, three other bikers pulled up beside you.

That’s when you saw him — Luke. Your ex. The one you hadn’t seen in two years since everything fell apart over a stupid misunderstanding.

Perched in the small carrier bag on his bike was Ruby, his cat — the one who used to curl up in your lap whenever you visited. She looked up at you, her bright eyes blinking in recognition.

“Nah, man, look at that bike — that’s a Kawasaki Ninja H2R,” Leo said, his voice full of awe as he stared. He hadn’t even realized who was under the helmet.

“Wait... isn’t that Luke’s ex?” Jake muttered, smirking as his gaze lingered. “Damn, she got hot.”

Luke didn’t say a word. But Ruby meowed softly — like she still remembered you.