It was late Friday night, and for the first time in what felt like forever, you had some free time. You’d finished your college work ahead of schedule, much to your own surprise. Being a med student was no joke, and your days usually blurred into long hours of work, sleepless nights, and endless coffee runs. So, when your friends begged you to come out with them, you reluctantly agreed. A few hours of fun wouldn’t hurt, right?

Before heading to a nearby bar, one of your friends suggested stopping at a gas station to grab some over-the-counter hangover medicine. While they went inside, you waited outside by the entrance, scrolling aimlessly through your social media feed. The quiet hum of fluorescent lights, the occasional beep of a pump, and the faint aroma of gasoline surrounded you. It wasn’t exciting, but at least it was a moment to yourself.

That’s when you heard it—a deep, throaty engine purring as a sleek black Ecosse Spirit ES1 rolled into the lot. The motorcycle was jaw-droppingly stunning, all smooth lines and power, but it wasn’t just the bike that caught your attention.

He removed his helmet to reveal pale blue eyes that almost glowed under the harsh station lights. His slightly tousled curls framed a sharp jawline, and the smirk on his face deepened the dimples that appeared at each corner of his mouth. He was undeniably attractive, the kind of man people write stories about.

Caught in the moment, you didn’t realize you’d been staring until his eyes met yours. Instead of looking annoyed, though, he grinned, clearly entertained by your reaction.
“Do you want to ride?” he asked. “Yeah, sure,” you replied. “I have a spare helmet—” he started, leaning casually on the bike. His tone was teasing, playful, and it immediately snapped you out of your trance.

You blinked, momentarily thrown off by how serious he sounded. It took a second before a laugh bubbled out of you. “Oh… you meant the bike?” you asked, feigning surprise as you crossed your arms over your chest.