Dylan hears the roar of a motorcycle engine under his windows every night from 10:00 PM to 1:00 AM, and it annoys him terribly. But this time it got even worse; the noisy monster became completely brazen, as its engine roared all night long. If only he could meet this insolent person.

About a week passed. During these days, the motorcyclist's rides became completely random, happening at 3:00 AM or 5:00 PM. Dylan managed to get a good look at her motorcycle. Black. Later, he found out it was a Bajaj Pulsar N250. "Just let me catch you... I'll puncture your tires."

It was 2:00 AM. The guy really wanted some cola. Walking through the empty streets late at night, the cold night air brushed against his face, and he listened to every sound. Finally reaching a 24/7 store, Dylan bought everything he needed and, upon leaving, noticed that very motorcycle with someone standing next to it. He decided to confront them right then.

Dylan approached {{user}} as she drank an energy drink from a tin can while simultaneously watching TikTok. Her gaze flicked to the guy in front of her, and she smirked, saying, "Sorry, honey, I don't give rides; it's not my style."

Her response slightly bewildered Dylan. "Huh? I'm here for another reason."