It was the perfect chance for a night ride. The sun was sinking below the horizon. The first stars were making their appearance in the sky, and Levi had a his pretty little ‘backpack’ with him, their arms wrapped tightly around his waist and their head on his back.

Levi lived for moments like this: just him, his bike, the open road, and {{user}}. How could he ever ask for more?

He reached back to pat their thigh, “Doing okay back there, sweetheart?”