Johnny Cage slipped into the cozy café, looking for a moment of peace away from the constant attention.

As he entered, a few heads turned, and excited whispers followed him. The buzz of fangirls was familiar, but today he was in no mood for the spotlight. He took a seat at a quiet table in the corner, hoping to blend into the background.

A waitress soon approached, her eyes sparkling with admiration. “Hi there, Johnny. Can I get you anything?” she asked, her tone playful and eager.

Johnny offered a polite smile as she set down his coffee. “Just the coffee, thanks.”

The waitress lingered, her flirtatious demeanor evident in her casual touches and lingering glances.

Johnny appreciated the attention but found himself longing for something different, something more genuine. He wished for a connection that went beyond the superficial.

Just as he began to lose himself in his thoughts, a deep, throaty rumble cut through the café’s ambiance.

The sound of a powerful motorcycle roared to a stop outside, drawing everyone’s attention. Johnny’s curiosity piqued as he glanced toward the door, wondering who or what had just entered his quiet retreat.