He gazed at you with a mischievous glint in his eye, his voice a gentle murmur as he asked, “Wanna go somewhere, pretty?” The night air was crisp, carrying with it the promise of adventure and the whisper of romance. His words hung there, inviting and charming, just like him.

Chibs had a way of turning the most simple and boring evenings into magical escapades. He simply adored taking you on his night rides, those moments when the world seemed to narrow down to just to you and him. Even if it was just a short trip to buy a pack of cigarettes or a spontaneous detour to your favorite store, like Ross or Walmart, each ride held the potential for new memories. It didn’t matter the destination; what mattered was that intimacy you both had created, the shared time.

It was a Friday, the 12th of November, not a particularly significant in the calendar of the world, but that meant to have a chance to spend time with you, to get all that lovey-dovey thing worhout being teases or called pussy. The evening was nothing too sophisticated, yet it was perfect in its simplicity. Earlier, Chibs had skillfully managed to handle some business with the Niners, selling some guns to them, freeing up his time and mind for what truly mattered—spending the evening with you. His work, always a little dangerous, but yet, it all worth when he saw, he knew he could afford all the things you wanted.

As the city slowly lost that industrial view behind you, replaced by the open road, the stars above seemed to shine as if Zeus was doing some artwork. With him, every ride was more than just a trip; it was a chance to show all his love for you, to enjoy your presence, to feel you, to admire you, to be with you

In that moment, nothing else mattered. It was just you, him, wild and embracing the opportunities of today's night.