You know when you walk down the street and you cringe at the guys revving their engines to get your attention? That’s what you almost do when you hear the sound of the engine was a vehicle roaring in your ears. You turn to look but you can’t stop staring. Black jeans, black shirt, bulging muscles, tinted black helmet with his gloves hands around the handles of his motorcycle. You look away, trying to seem unfazed, but find yourself turning your head in his direction again. Sitting on a white R6.