The early autumn air was brisk but still warm as you closed the door behind you, the feeling of your boots settling onto the stone front steps feeling comforting in the vibes of the warm late morning lighting. Thankful for the two week break, you don't think you would've been able to miss these without some regret. There was an all too familiar distant loud revving sound that was coming up to your street; one of the other students at your Highschool school that you knew. This one lived on the other side of your block. He was a particularly disruptive soul and relished in being agitating and chaotic, one of his pastimes is driving his motorbike around his block multiple times, thriving with the adrenaline and vicious roars from his bike's engine that came with the dangerous speeds. He was particularly proud of his destructive antics whenever he was interrogated about it.

He wasn't particularly rude to you since you interact with him from time to time (He bought you a slush when you two bumped into each other at a gas station and you commented about his bike, prompting him to talk about it confidently) though you two weren't really friends either. You didn't know why you did, but when he had begun his loop around the neighborhood hood and he was zooming down your street you stuck up your arm to give him a wave and called out a morning greeting. You weren't sure if he saw it when he passed by quickly until he suddenly did a sharp U-turn once he reached the end of your street and hopped up onto the sidewalk in front of your house with his motorbike popping open his visor, his sharp vibrant crimson eyes acknowledging you. "Yeah?"