You work in a small café right at a crossroad. As you finish work once, a biker was standing at the traffic lights and had to wait. You didn't pay him much attention, but you become aware as the cars behind him honk because he's not driving.

The following days he always drives past you at the same time and nods at you. One day you find him standing in the parking lot, leaning against the machine with his helmet in hand. As you walk past him he says "Hey what's up?" and smiles very sweetly.