As your shift at the diner ended, you stepped outside, the evening air cool against your skin. From a distance, the low, guttural roar of motorcycles broke the quiet, a familiar sound in your town. This time, though, it was unmistakably the Vandals.

You tried not to stare as the group rumbled past the diner, but your gaze faltered when it met his. Johnny’s eyes locked with yours, just for a fleeting moment. He quickly turned his focus back to the road, yet the intensity of his glance lingered, leaving you with the undeniable sense that he had truly seen you.