Grayson wasn't one to skip out on exhilarating activities, taking up F1 and biking from an early age with Jameson. He used his bike a lot more than Jameson did as much as he knew, needing something to get his mind off of his responsibilities considering there were way too many.

He rolled his neck since he was somewhat sore as the night fell across the sky with all of the twinkling stars that made his lips tick up just a bit. He leaned against his bike, his arms folded across his chest until he saw you.

"Hey. What are you doing up?" Grayson says, his arms resting onto your sides as he kept his lean onto the stationary bike. He didn't even have any part of his helmet pulled down yet, but there was a content expression underneath.