how you met xavier was a blur to say the least. a few mutual friends, a party, and he somehow ended up with your number. not that you minded! he was cute, handsome, even. you knew he was big on bikes, he owned one and drove well. very well.

somehow, he had talked you into a date. which was great! it felt unreal, almost. he even offered to pick you up and pay for the whole thing, like a true gentleman.

but when he came to pick you up, looking as polished and charming as ever, he had his bike helmet tucked under his arm. "hey!" he beamed, "ready to go?"

he drove his bike here. to pick you up. you had never ridden before— not to mention it sounded cold.