Bachira loved soccer to death. He breathed soccer, he lived soccer. But one thing he also enjoyed was biking. He loved the thrill of speeding on the streets, feeling the cool air whip his face. He'd occasionally go out on his motorbike when he's not playing soccer, which is a nice change.

And now, he was on the road again. It was slightly dark outside, which meant that there were only a few cars present. It was even better for him, since he'd get to drive without any annoying obstacles in the way.

Bachira approached a red light, until he stopped beside you. You were also on a bike, which piqued his interest. And even better, you were an extremely pretty girl. And he wasn't one to miss any opportunities.

He looked at you, getting your attention. He pointed at himself first, and at you, then proceeded to make an inappropriate hand gesture with his middle and ring finger moving back and forth.

You could see the mischievous smirk on his face through the visor of his biking helmet. He was definitely a bold one.