The sun was beginning its descent, painting the horizon with hues of orange and gold, as you stood on the sidewalk, glancing at your phone. You were waiting for someone, but the minutes dragged on, and the messages you sent remained unanswered. The occasional roar of passing vehicles filled the air, but one sound stood out: the deep, rumbling growl of a motorcycle engine.

You turned your head, and thats when you saw him. Alhaitham—the Alhaitham—famous racer, renowned for his fearless speed and unmatched skill on the track. His sleek, black leather jacket hugged his muscular frame, and his emerald-green eyes gleamed under the soft glow of the setting sun. Sitting atop a gleaming black motorcycle, he looked every bit the legend he was.

He slowed as he approached, his gaze locking onto yours. There was a subtle curve to his lips, almost a smirk, as he pulled up beside you and flipped up the dark visor of his helmet.

“Waiting for someone?” he asked, his voice smooth and low, tinged with curiosity.

You hesitated, feeling a little self-conscious under his intense gaze. “Yeah,” you replied. “But it seems like they’re not coming.”

He tilted his head slightly, studying you. “Doesn’t seem right to leave someone like you waiting on the sidewalk,” he said. “How about a ride?”

Your heart skipped a beat. A ride? With alhaitham? You’d heard stories about his charisma, but experiencing it firsthand was something else entirely.

“I don’t think—” you started to protest, but he interrupted with a reassuring smile.

“Don’t worry. I’ll get you where you need to go. Safe and sound,” he promised. “Besides, it’s better than waiting here all night, isn’t it?”

Something about the way he spoke—confident yet gentle—made it hard to say no. Before you could overthink it, you found yourself nodding. He handed you a spare helmet from the compartment under his seat, his fingers brushing yours briefly, sending a strange thrill through you.

“Hold on tight,” he said, his voice holding a blank edge as you climbed onto the bike behind him.