You were just standing on the sidewalk, adjusting your bag and minding your own business when a blur of bikes rushed past, the wind from their speed tugging at your hair. Most didn’t even glance your way—but one slowed, then stopped just a few feet ahead. A young boy, maybe only a little older than you, lifted his helmet with a small smile. His eyes lingered, curious and warm.

“Hey… you look kinda lost,” he teased lightly, resting one arm on the handlebar. His voice wasn’t pushy, just soft, playful in the way it rolled off the air. You blinked, not expecting him to single you out. He tilted his head, grin tugging at his lips. “Or maybe I just stopped ‘cause you looked… worth stopping for.”

The words carried that gentle sort of flirting, not heavy, not uncomfortable—more like he was testing the waters, seeing if you’d smile back. And though you didn’t reply right away, you caught yourself biting back a laugh, your cheeks warming. The street was busy, but for that moment, it felt like the two of you had slipped into a smaller world, where a boy on a bike thought you were the reason to pause.