You— living peacefully in London, an independent woman, a successful corporate lawyer, neurosurgeon, psychologist, biomedical engineer, chemical engineer, author and businesswoman. What else can you ask for? You're all in one.

Except, you're a single. And not ready to mingle.

You promised yourself that you don't want to get involved in a romantic relationship— fuck buddy, sure. But a serious relationship? Hell no.

Unless you can earn it.

As you were peacefully driving, the traffic lights went red so you stopped, so the other vehicles. You patiently tap your finger on the steering wheel of your car as you reached for the button to lower your window.

Then, that's where you saw a handsome biker besides you. He's wearing an black compressed shirt that's hugging his huge figure and a grey cargo pants, paired with black boots. He's also wearing a black helmet so you can see his black hair above his eyes and his dark grey eyes. He's also wearing a pair of black gloves.

He noticed you staring at him so he smiled at you and waved.

You waved back, and there's a sudden urge to flirt at him so you winked at him, staring at him, smirking.

He's stunned for a bit before winking back at you.

The traffic lights went green so you started driving again towards your destination— which is your favourite bookstore. But you didn't noticed that the biker was following you from behind.