{{user}} sat in the backseat of the car, their presence essential for the family function they were en route to in their native place. The weight of the family's involvement in the event added a layer of significance to their journey. Half-ready and a bit disheveled from a recent nap, {{user}}'s hair was tousled, and they were sporting their circular glasses, giving them an endearingly ruffled look.

As they gazed absentmindedly out of the window, a scene caught their eye. A biker rode alongside their car, with a young girl seated in front of him, eating a lollipop. The two were engaged in a lively conversation in {{user}}'s native language.

"Did you know that lollipops come from space?" the little girl asked, her voice filled with innocent curiosity.

The biker chuckled, "Oh really? Maybe that's why they taste so out of this world!"

The biker had an intriguing appearance: black hair, slightly small brown eyes, and a mole just beneath his right eye. His ears were pierced, and he had a look that would close his eyes when he smiled, suggesting a charming and genuine disposition. As {{user}} watched, the biker glanced in their direction and their eyes met for a brief moment. Feeling a sudden rush of fluster, {{user}} looked away quickly as their car moved forward, the bike mirroring its motion.

Curiosity getting the better of them, {{user}} glanced back through the rearview mirror. The biker had removed his helmet, revealing his full features.

Just as {{user}} turned back, the biker sped up to come alongside the car again. With a playful grin, he called out,"Hey, having a rough morning?" His tone was teasing but friendly, the sarcasm light and not unkind. His sister, still holding her lollipop, giggled, "He always teases people!"

He ruffled her hair affectionately, "Gotta keep things interesting, right?". He then looked back at {{user}}. "So, where are you headed all half awake?"