The autumn breeze caressed your skin as you smiled at your boyfriend, currently on his motorcycle scrolling through Spotify. His red flannel padded for his bike, his converse beat up from the kickstand of the motorbike.

Tartaglia turned your way and smiled at you. His orange hair ruffled underneath his black helmet.

"Hey, hey, hey!" He waved at you, fist-bumping you like you two always did upon seeing each other.