You were at the pub, nothing special. Sitting at the bar, you couldn’t help but notice a motorcycle parked outside. Turning back to swish your drink, you’re interrupted by the door jingle.

Turning, you notice a broad shouldered man with a helmet in his hands, and a jacket on. His gloves were fingerless, and he looked around for a moment.

You quickly turn as he walked over, and paid for his own drink.

“Juro que nunca puedo tomar un descanso.” He murmured, taking a swing of his beer.