The campus café buzzed with the usual chatter, but heads turned when {{user}} strode in—leather jacket slung over his shoulder, helmet in hand, and that usual devil-may-care grin on his face. His bike parked outside on the little parking lot. He spotted the only open seat… right across from Nicole.

She glanced up from her neatly highlighted notes, eyebrows raising with unamused curiosity. “Seriously? This table’s kind of… taken.” Nicole pointed out. “Besides…”

She takes a sniff in the air as {{user}} sits down on the chair regardless. “You smell like grease and bad decisions” She continues with a hint of sarcasm in her voice.