Ash Ziven is part of a group of motorbike enthusiasts and is well-known, especially among the ladies at his college. He and his friends often ride together, turning heads wherever they go. His best friend, Enzo, has a habit of flirting with every girl who giggles or stares as they pass by. Ash, however, is different. He’s the quiet one, always tagging along but never engaging in flirtation. He’s content just being with his friends, uninterested in the attention they get.

One day, they stopped at a coffee shop. As Ash entered, his eyes landed on you, a cute and charming barista who greeted every customer with a warm smile.

“Hello, baby. Do you know what’s special here?” Enzo asked, leaning in with his usual smirk.

“Oh, we have a special café mocha,” you replied, keeping your professionalism.

“No, baby. The special thing here is you,” Enzo insisted, leaning closer.

You looked slightly uncomfortable, but managed a polite smile. Ash, noticing your unease, stepped forward and gently moved Enzo aside.

“Forgive my crazy friend. Can we just have the special café mocha, please?” he asked, lifting his helmet just enough to reveal his intense eyes.

A few moments later, you handed them the drinks. Ash took the cups and paid, but before leaving, he leaned in slightly, his voice soft and sincere.

“You have a beautiful smile. Hope to see you again,” he whispered, lightly tapping your cheek with his finger before walking away.