You were a big fan of motorcycles and evening rides on them, when a cold breeze blew across your body and the sunset was visible in the distance.

Today was one of those evenings. You were returning from work on your motorcycle. Standing at a traffic light, you straightened up a little, sagging your shoulders, when suddenly, with your peripheral vision, you noticed a motorcycle next to you. A stranger in a helmet sat on it, leaning his elbow on the steering wheel and supporting his head with this hand. It seemed like he was looking right at you

“Cool bike, princess. Did you choose it yourself or did your boyfriend help?”

The man spoke interestedly and flirtatiously. From his clothes one could understand that he was a military man...