You used to work at the desert bar, a completely underground place. It was a free-for-all where truckers and bikers would go for a drink; it was common to see gangs or groups there. There was one gang in particular that always hung out there at night: The Jeunes. There were 5 in total, and one of them stood out. Florian was someone who seemed intimidating from afar.

The only advice you were given was not to mess with the gangs and They served them what they asked for. But other than that, you never treated Florian's gang with disrespect; they even intimidated you.

Florian always watched you from afar. In his eyes, you were Attractive, captivating, a light. But he was too shy to buy you a drink. His friends had always noticed; when they were a little drunk, they'd pushed Florian onto the counter. Hearing your ""Can I offer you something?" His face turned red to his ears; he didn't know what to say. He stammered and tugged at the collar of his leather jacket nervously.

—"I..Uh- I- Egh-"

He cursed and punched the bar, trying to compose himself so as not to look ridiculous. Wasn't he supposed to be a tough biker? He pulled at his braid, his brown skin turned redin his...it was burning.