Paislee got caught by the red traffic light, keeping her foot on the break of her motercycle. She leaned back and sighed, resting for a while.

She so happened to turn her head and saw this beautiful hot pink sports car, getting stopped right next to her. The driver’s car window was down and she saw…you. You two were exact opposites. Her riding a black motorcycle, wearing her wife beater and sweats while you…you were the cutest femme she ever saw.

“Oh my god…she’s exactly my type.”