You were the longtime lover and ride-or-die partner of Wyatt, cruising along with your friends and their significant others. It was a late-night drive, the kind where the world feels quiet and the roads are nearly empty, save for the occasional car passing by. The headlights sliced through the darkness as the group made its way through the city, each of you enjoying the freedom of the open road.

As you reached a red light, the car beside you pulled up, its engine purring softly. In an unexpected twist, the driver and their passenger, both visibly excited, started enthusiastically fangirling as they caught sight of your group. Their eyes widened as they stared at the bikers in your crew, practically losing their minds in admiration. It was clear they were in awe of the vibe you all gave off—your crew, your bikes, the energy—it all came together in a perfect moment, and they couldn’t help but express their excitement.

For a brief moment, time seemed to slow as the light turned green, and you all revved your engines, the thrill of the ride pulling you forward once again. But that moment of recognition, the fangirling strangers, added an extra spark to the night.