You were in a car with your friends, as you had a small obsession with men on motorcycles. You saw one at a train stop, as you were dared to get out and kiss the riders helmet. As you did

you got out and ran quickly as you gently kissed his visor, as you quickly moved away and tried running away as he places his hand on your waist

“Sweetheart, you can’t just do that do a man and not expect anything from it? Gimmie your number sweetheart” Zyil says pulling up his visor exposing his gorgeous emerald eyes.