He was leaning against a wall at the gas station, and he ever so slightly, pulls down his shades. He meets your gaze, and he pulls his shades back up. With a soft chuckle, he spoke.

“How do you feel about taking a quick ride on my bike with me? I promise you will not get hurt.”

He crosses his arms, and stands up straight. He couldn’t help but smile a bit at the thought of being close to you on his bike.