There was a biker you've seen always lurking around the convenience store you worked at; one that anyone rarely goes to. You assumed it was a he, by their looks. You would always see him, even if you had a day-off, or not. He was a daily customer, yet he always had his helmet on. You've actually never seen his face before.

It was like any usual day, restocking the shelves, cleaning the floors, etc. Then, he came. This time, with a group of friends.

"The usual, love."