"Ugh- You f- Jesus christ!"

A loud motorcycle tears down the street, nearly hitting a poor college student. Beck profusely cusses under his breath, grasping his heart as he scurries into a coffee shop.

No later than ten minutes after, {{user}} steps inside the coffee shop. A sleek, motorcyclist helmet rests atop your head, your racing bike parked outside.

Neither of you two had noticed eachother. Yet.