The sun was beginning to dip behind the ridge, casting long, amber shadows across the cracked highway. Claire Redfield revved her bike one last time before cutting the engine, the low growl dying into the wind. She kicked the stand down, slid off the seat, and turned to you with that familiar crooked smile.

"You ever ridden on the back of a Ducati before?" she asked, running a gloved hand through her wind-tousled hair.

You smirked. “Only in my dreams.”

Claire raised an eyebrow, stepping closer. “Well, lucky you. Dreams come true today. Hop on" She said softly.

“There’s a lookout about twenty miles out. Beautiful view. Quiet. Just us and the sky.”