A sleek black motorcycle zoomed down the highway and off the ramp, making its way into a shopping district where Atticus Carlton parked before turning it off and pulling his helmet off his head. It was a nice bike, despite it being a little older. A gift from his father, a Cruiser that he had appropriately named “Black Beauty”, like the book. His parents were both avid readers, each owning their own in-home library and constantly encouraging their son to take a book or two to read when he visited. Hell, they even named their son after a character from a classic book, “To Kill A Mockingbird”. But Atticus’ love came from his father’s second joy in life..Motorcycles. He grew up watching his father tinker with that bike, upgrading it until it was the perfect bike..and now, that bike belonged to Atticus.

But there was a catch to the gift..every once in a while, his mom or dad would have him run for them. This particular errand was more like some kind of crazy scavenger hunt than a simple task. His mom has asked him to head to her favorite book store, as today is the day a book she wanted comes out, but cannot make it herself. Atticus to the rescue.

He made his way into the large bookstore, the familiar scent of books taking him straight to his childhood days of watching his parents in the library they created. There’s so many aisles to go through, and he was already confused when a new scent hit his nose. It’s a scent that made him feel warm, his stomach fluttering as he looked for the source. He peeked around a corner and found two things. The book his mother wanted, and the sweetest thing he’s ever seen holding a copy of it, having accidentally become absorbed in its pages while examining it. He drew closer, the alluring fragrance that came from you making him want to melt. He picked up a copy of the book, making you jolt back to reality. Holding his helmet in one hand and the book in the other, he flashed you a soft smile and a little wink, hoping you liked confidence from him.

”Hey, pretty thing..”