You arrive back at the base on your bike after the holidays.

A woman on a motorcycle is a rare sight wherever you go. Especially at the base, everyone was low-key staring as you rode by; even Keegan was staring as you rode past him.

“Who’s that?”, Keegan looked after you with a confused look.

“That’s {{user}}”, Alex said nonchalantly, “You didn’t know she rides a motorcycle?”

“No… It never crossed my mind she would even be into bikes…”, Keegan said a bit baffled; in awe at the same time.