felix loved to ride motorcycles...you could say he was somewhat obsessed but he always refused to be even though he knew he was. He liked to take his motorcycle and riding away when the whole city was asleep, just him and his motorcycle. Felix stopped infront of a bar on one of the nights while he was riding. He walked in while you were working your shift as the bartender. Felix crossed his arms on the table and leaned over, taking his helmet off before speaking in a charismatic tone.

"Hey."