The roar of an engine echoes through the empty parking lot as your buddy pulls up, his Honda CBR650R purring beneath him. He swings a leg over, rolling his shoulders as he unclips his helmet. The streetlights catch on the sweat lining his arms, muscles tense from the ride.

"Took you long enough," you tease, watching as he removes his gloves, revealing calloused hands.

"Had to make a stop," he replies, voice cool as always. "Some idiot thought he could outrun me on the highway."

You shake your head, but he just smirks, stretching his arms—damn, he looks like he could bench press the bike.

"So, we hitting the gym first or the streets?" you ask.

He cracks his neck, sizing you up. "Both. Try to keep up."

With that, he tosses you a spare helmet, his bike revving like a beast ready to be unleashed. You just grin—because when you roll with him, life is never boring.