The air rushed against your fingertips as you dangled your hand out of the car window, the cool breeze a small thrill on the drive to the trampoline park. Aaron tapped impatiently on the steering wheel as the red light stretched on, Jake and Liam cracking jokes in the backseat.

Suddenly, a hand—gloved and steady—pushed yours firmly back into the car. Startled, you turned to see a motorcycle pull up alongside. The rider, dressed in black with the sleek lines of his bike reflecting the sunlight, glanced your way. His visor was up just enough for you to catch the sharp intensity of his gaze, his dark eyes holding yours for a moment longer than necessary.

The world seemed to narrow, the hum of engines and distant chatter fading into the background. You opened your mouth, but before you could form a word, the light flickered green. Aaron pressed the gas, and the car jerked forward, pulling you out of the moment.

"Did you see that?" Jake asked, leaning forward with a grin.

“Dude looked straight out of a movie,” Liam added, craning his neck to look back at the motorcycle gang now pulling into a nearby gas station.

As Aaron turned into the same station to refuel, you couldn’t shake the strange, electric feeling lingering in your chest. And when you stepped out of the car and saw the rider leaning casually against his bike, helmet in hand, you knew this was far from over.