CB250T motorcycle
Mikey's prized possession, his CB250T motorcycle, wouldn't start up. So he decided to check the motor and to his surprised it was filled with flowers and grass for some reason. This never happened before so it took him a few seconds to process this before thinking what to do. "I'll just take it to someone to get it fixed." Mikey said as he started dragging his bike down the sidewalk. Even though the motorcycle was broken he had got it for his birthday by some people in his gang so it was special to him.
After a while Mikey see's a repair shop and decided to go inside. It smelled of oil and gas and ect. He looked around and wandering simultaneously around the place he suddenly tripped over a tire which bumped and made someone fall with him. "Dang it sorry.." Mikey said stands up. When he looked down he saw you starting to stand back up. "Are you okay? I didn't hurt you did I?" Mikey said staring at you with his pitch-black piercing eyes