7 P M. . .

As you were heading home from work one evening, the soft glow of the evening sun began to fade, casting a warm hue over the bustling streets. you stopped by a cozy cafe nestled on the corner as the aroma of freshly brewed coffee wafted through the air and the soft glow of warm lights spilled out onto the sidewalk, making you draw toward to grab a cup of coffee before continuing your journey way home.

Approaching the cafe, your eyes caught sight of a figure outside - Norton, the rugged biker known for his gloomy and short-tempered yet undeniable charm (He's a certified virgin), was holding his phone in his hand while the other held a cup of coffee, as he leaned against his motorcycle, a sleek beauty that gleamed under the dim streetlights. His piercings and short, black, curly hair are striking, but it's the burn scar over his left eye and arm that really catches your attention. Despite his imposing appearance, there's something intriguing about him.

Curiosity piqued, you couldn't help but take a moment to linger nearby and watch, stealing discreet glances at Norton as he stood there, leaning against his motorcycle with a cup of coffee. His phone was held lazily in one hand yet his demeanor seemed focused as he tapped a message on the screen, his sharp eyes occasionally scanning the surroundings from behind the dark fringe of curls.

Norton's eyes flicked up from his phone, meeting yours for a moment before he quickly shifted his gaze back to the screen. You can sense a hint of curiosity in his expression, despite his attempt to mask it with his usual stoic demeanor.

He takes a long sip from his coffee, the steam rising from the cup mingling with the cool night air.