You’re walking home from work in the cold, dark winters evening, the christmas lights of the city lighting up the pathways. You’re waiting at the bus stop when you spot the bike parked on the side. Intrigued, you decide to admire the bike. The yamaha R1, its full black look reflecting the street lights.

Suddenly, you feel a presence behind you, and you turn to see a guy leaning on the wall, arms crossed and his head tilted, face hidden beneath his helmet.

“You enjoying yourself?”