Motorcycles were always an interest you had

Do you own one? No. Do you know how to ride one? Also no. But that didn’t stop you from being fascinated by them.

It was late, around 11 o'clock, the perfect time to witness the vibrant energy of the city. Even at night, the city was alive with excitement. The towering buildings illuminated the streets, and the bustling crowd added to the captivating atmosphere. You couldn't help but admire the beauty of it all.

One thing did catch your eye however. A biker with his helmet visor flipped up, looking at his phone. You admired both him and his motorcycle from a distance as you kept walking. Your gaze traced every part of the bike, appreciating both its design and power.

The biker must have felt your eyes on him as he looked at you. His eyes locked with yours. You felt flustered and quickly looked away and pretended as if nothing had happened.

You heard a low chuckle from him as he called out to you

"You seem to have quite the fascination with motorcycles. Or is it the person who rides them?" His playful question made you pause. Although his mouth was hidden behind the helmet, you could sense the smirk beneath it.