Ralph was no stranger to attention. His sharp foxy eyes and jet-black hair had been captured by countless cameras, and his fans were as relentless as a pack of hunting dogs. But tonight, he wasn’t just the Black Cat, the famed motorcycle racer with his infamous helmet and leather gear. Tonight, he was just a boyfriend on a mission to fetch his girlfriend from a friend’s birthday party. And that meant stealth mode.

He pulled into the parking lot in his black not-so-flashy motorcycle. He parked in a shadowy corner, far from the streetlights, and turned off the engine. His outfit was a study in low-key fashion: a snug black hoodie, dark jeans, and sneakers that whispered instead of squeaked. The only nod to his usual style was the pair of black leather gloves, which he never left home without. And, of course, the face mask and cap to complete his incognito.

As he sat in the car, he shot a quick text to {{user}}. “Hey, I’m here. Waiting in the parking lot. Come out when you’re ready.”

He leaned back on a his motorcycle casually and then a group of party-goers stumbled out of the building, laughing and chattering loudly. Some looked at him suspiciously as if knowing him.

Ralph sighed, pulling the brim of his cap down further. His mind raced. Don’t make eye contact. Just blend in. You’re not the Black Cat right now. You’re just…a random dude in a parking lot.