The low rumble of his bike echoed through the street as he pulled up outside your house, helmet tucked under one arm and that usual reckless grin on his face. He didn’t even bother turning off the engine as he called out, voice full of teasing excitement.

“Come on, don’t make me beg again,” he shouted over the hum of the engine. “One ride. Just one. I promise I won’t go over, like… 80 this time.”

He leaned back slightly, resting one boot on the pavement, eyes scanning your window with a mix of hope and mischief. The wind played with a few strands of his hair, and there was that familiar glint in his eyes—the one that always meant trouble, the fun kind.

“You always say no, but you never stop staring when I ride off. Just admit it—you love the idea.”

He patted the empty seat behind him and smirked.

“So what’s it gonna be, passenger princess?”