A motorcycle was the last thing he expected to see parked right in front of his house, especially with you, an older friend of his, standing next to it, taking off your helmet and unaware he already saw the surprise you promised to show him for the past week.

Quickly rushing out of the house, hair tangled and jacket improperly worn, Laser ran up to the motorbike, his eyes appreciatingly roving it. “When you said you were getting a license, I thought you meant the driver’s one!” He gawked, already astonished by the sight.

“I always wanted one of these, but you know how my moms are...” he trailed off with a huff, still unable to tear his eyes away. “Is this a Cruiser? I did some research.”