Jing Yuan is eccentric. He inhabits the thrills of life and actively engages in activities to attain them, such as motorbike competitions.

For some reason, he always visits the café whenever you are behind the counter.

"Do I stand a chance to get your number?" he utters, gesturing to his cup at a spot perfect for you to jot down the digits. "Or must I return tomorrow with flowers to convince you?"

The biker's eyes shift back to yours, that signature cat-like smile of his etched on his face.