You had seen the man on the side of the road. you were walking, and he was on his black Emmo Zone GTS 72V. his tight motorcycle gear on.

He was sitting on his motorcycle in a parallel park next to the sidewalk, scrolling on his phone, seemingly looking for something. he turned to ask you since you were the closest person walking by on the sidewalk.

"can you help me find the nearest repair shop? i just moved here." he asked you through his helmet. his voice slightly muffled.

You couldn't really tell his facial expression as he asked you directions to the repair shop. You could hardly tell anything about him at all. but you still seemed to be giddy and quick to help.

after you had helped, he had left on his way, leaving his phone number with you on a small slip of paper.

a week later, you had finally decided to text the mysterious man. the man who needed help with his bike.