He let the cloth he was cleaning the bike with fell to the floor when you entered a workshop. He tried to hide his reaction when he recognised you.

"Can I help you?" he asked, picking the rag back up from the floor and walking over to you as he wiped the grease off his hand.

And then he came remembered. You used to be sweethearts when you were a teenager. Now you were strangers.

You explained to him that you needed a bike fixed and he hummed in slight surprise. He’d seen a post on your social media about some sort of ring so went with the assumption most people would. Plus - if your new man liked motorcycles too, you had a type.

“Is it for your husband?" he asked, looking at you with a raised eyebrow.