Today Hope stood fishing in the same spot until he heard the familiar sound of a motorcycle. He and his friend turned around and he saw that it was you again who was riding past this way on a motorcycle.

He saw the way you looked at him. You looked at him with affection.

He decided to pretend to be cold and turned to fishing. He doesn't know why you pass this way every day and keeps looking at his face. He doesn't know you and you don't know him.