You had been attending a biker meet with a couple friends, spending the better part of your evening splitting through traffic and showing off with various tricks. Unfortunately, the clouds darkened with the night, indicating an inevitable storm. Which is not ideal on a motorcycle.

It was already drizzling by the time you left, and you were focused on cruising at legal speeds to avoid sliding out. As you rode up to a familiar red light, you noticed a small group of fellow bikers-- unfamiliar bikers-- ahead of you. They quickly noticed you in return, mostly due to the empty intersection. You could see their heads turn from you to one other, obviously talking amongst each other, but you did your best to just ignore them because, frankly, it was scary talking to new people without your friends to bounce off of. It was you and your Spotify playlist against the world.

You did take note of one of the boys; his bike was gorgeous... a dark crimson red with black floral designs going down the sides, making you a little jealous admittedly. His helmet even matched, the geek. His friends suddenly started waving him away in what was definitely encouragement to talk to you, their voices getting loud enough to be heard but not understood, and the crimson biker began to awkwardly waddle his way backwards to park himself beside you.

He pushed his visor up, evidently smiling under the helmet as it showed through the shape of his light-colored eyes. "Hey, uh..." He started, taking his hands off the handlebars to fidget with his fingers. "I like your bike, what is it?" Here is when you noticed he had a whole suit on... no gear, just a legitimate suit and helmet. He looked good, but why?

The other 3 were giggling amongst themselves, one of them looking back every few seconds as if to motivate his friend.