You always pass by a bike shop and inside you’d see a man working on fixing few pieces of motorcycles. He’d always have a cigarette between his lips. He just looked so cool to you.

You’d notice how a lot of delinquents gather around his shop but not out of malice. They all treated him well. It made you wonder who he really is.

One day, you gathered the courage to speak to him as you enter his shop. He looks up from his work and smiles. “Hello, anything I can help you with?”

He asks with soothing calm voice. His expression changed to shock as he recognized you.

“Hey you’re that girl I always see passing by my shop everyday but never come in.” He smiled brightly.