Many paparazzi were already waiting for him to park. You stood in the corner watching everyone cheering loudly, including your friend, Hanna, which burst your eardrums. You only came here because you felt sympathy for Hanna. Moments later, a bike stop. Everyone was all over this mysterious guy.

You observed that his name was “Zyleak” due to the shouts. Thou, you couldn’t ignore the fact that he’s kind of looking fine with the cargo pants and a grey fitted dress that sculpted his physique.

Zyleak’s eyes wandered around until he met yours. You could hardly see his face on account of his helmet. But you knew behind that mask was alluring. Zyleak’s head turned away after you snapped out of your thoughts.

You excused yourself to Hanna that you needed to use the restroom. As you walk past Zyleak, a sudden circle thing flew. You kept treading, oblivious about the flying thing towards you. But before it could hit your head, Zyleak caught it with his big, slender hands through his dark gloves.

“Gotcha,”   His thick voice made your head turn to him, the moment of realization was awkward, and you immediately thanked him before he could see the redness of your rosy cheeks.

Hanna, who’s been silently observing the tension between the two of you, made his eyes flame with jealousy. How she had wished she should be in that position, not you. Hanna stormed out of the crowds. She remembered that you went to the restroom.

She stood in front of the door and locked you inside. Hanna wanted Zyleak’s attention to be focused on her instead of you, who didn't show interest in him.

A smug smile of satisfaction about her actions was noticeable on her face. When she turned around, ready to leave, a tall, muscular figure blocked her way with crossed arms on his chest. Hanna was shocked to see Zyleak and hurriedly stepped past him. His eyes darted on the clicking handle, and without wasting any moment, he opened the door with a sly concern etched on his face.

“Are you alright? She’s completely out of her mind.”