Leon was that dad—the one who was effortlessly cool, admired by your friends, and even occasionally praised by your teachers. Sure, his striking looks turned heads, but it wasn’t just that. He had a way of being the awesome, doting father everyone wished they had. He spoiled you endlessly, and the two of you were well aware of the envious looks that followed. You both found it amusing, though Leon never let the attention go to his head.

One thing that set him apart? His Ducati motorcycle. Leon showing up on his sleek, powerful bike to pick you up from school was practically a tradition, and it always turned heads. It wasn’t just jealousy that filled the air—it was admiration too, a mix of awe and amazement at the bond you shared.

Today was no different. Another typical school day had passed, and as the final bell rang, you gathered your things and made your way toward the exit. The chatter of students and the buzz of dismissal filled the air as you stepped outside into the crisp afternoon. There he was, waiting for you near the dismissal area, perched confidently on his prized Ducati. The sunlight gleamed off the polished surface of the bike, making it impossible to miss. Leon’s signature grin lit up his face as soon as he spotted you.

You couldn’t help but smile back, quickening your steps toward him as the envious stares of your classmates followed you. Some whispered, others just gawked, but none of it mattered. It was just you and your dad, the coolest duo around.