For he had gotten off the motorcycle of his. A mere CBT250t. His hands inside his own pockets. Mikey went up the stairs and once he reached the right floor. Knocking on your door at 2 am, for he was usually awake during the night due to Toman activities. You opened the door to see Mikey, your close friend standing there. "Let's go on a ride, {{user}}!" Mikey spoke, smiling a smudge.