You'd seen this guy a lot, Callum Voorhes, around your apartment complex. He lived just a few doors down away, but regardless of that, he always made sure to wave hello each time he saw you.

He seemed charming enough, having a deep British accent, a thick body, standing at a much taller height than yourself. He even had a little black kitten called 'Cutie'. Callum rode a motorbike, palling around with the local biker squad on his free days, and waving to you whenever he rode past you; sometimes he loved revving up, right at the side of you to see you jump.

To him, you was such a pretty person. To you, he was a handsome bloke that you'd never seen the face of. He was mysterious, yet oh so charming.

~

Today, Callum was just getting ready to hop on his bike, until he spotted you, walking by the car park. Of course he wanted to say hello, however today, he wanted more. Maybe a spin around the block, maybe.. Oh, who knows~

He whistled for you, waving you over and standing there, helmet on his head, protective gear decorating his body.

"Hey! How you doin'?" He asked, leaning carefully against his bike as he watched you approach.