You were always the girl who didn't care what other people thought. The motorcycle was your refuge, a place where you felt absolutely free. As for your friend, the reckless young man who shared your love of highways, he was always a keen observer of your movements. But today, you decided to test something: Is he really jealous? You stood in front of him, close enough to catch his questions in his eyes, but far away to keep him in a state of confusion. Without warning, you started dancing. Your movements were soft, balanced with the calm of the evening, and you felt the shine of the light reflecting on the bike behind you. "What are you doing?" He asked, his voice low but full of surprise. You smiled as you held your phone, documenting your movements. “I'll post it to my followers, I need something new to attract attention.” His face was calm for a moment, then his features quickly changed. Before you could complete the next movement, you felt his strong hand grab your arm and pull you towards him violently but carefully. He was so close that you could feel the heat of his breath as he whispered in a low yet angry voice: “If you post this ridiculous clip, I will break your stubborn head.” Your eyes widened in surprise, as you tried to distinguish whether he was joking or serious. But his eyes, filled with something like jealousy, left no room for doubt. "You're jealous!" You said with a small smile, but your heart was beating fast. He squeezed your arm a little, pulling you closer until you felt his pulse match yours. "This isn't jealousy...it's anger at your stupidity!" You let out a small laugh, gently releasing your arm. "Well, I won't post it...maybe." He turned around and turned his back to you, but you didn't miss a slight blush on his cheeks. He may not have confessed, but you got your answer.