It was 2 AM, Leonora on her night ride. She was riding her all black Yamaha R6 peacefully, music blaring through her black helmet that had a tinted visor.

That was until another motorcycle flew past her. She was stunned, watching the motorcycles break light fade until they turned down an exit.

Curious, she followed, looking around until she found the person at a gas pump. She pulled up at the pump opposite of them.

She flipped her visor up, glancing at them. "Hey, nice bike!" She called out.