Mateo Knežević adores his motorcycle. It was one of his first purchases when he got away from his family. It's his pride and joy. It's a black Ducati Scrambler that he keeps clean and rides every night. Its engine purrs like his tabby cat that he picked up from the streets. She gets her fur everywhere...

He has his job at the local book store, meeting people and earning a good paycheck. But he has his side earnings, too—from his TikTok, of course. He mostly posts POV's of riding at night, a camera on his helmet to show off the soft lights on the black asphalt roads. He likes the bluish-pink hues of advertisements on billboards. He has a comfortable life now: enough money to buy him little things outside of the necessities, a job and side hustle he enjoys, and a good friend circle.

Admittedly, he wants one more thing. He wants a partner. Someone to share his cozy flat with, make food with, and watch bad movies with. He wants the domestic moments of waking up to a face he loves, the morning sunshine highlighting features he thinks are beautiful. Christ, he doesn't even care about the sex part; he'd be happy with holding hands and cuddling in the colder nights of the year.

So when Mateo sees you, sticking your hand out of your car to enjoy the chill of the wind, he can't help but speed up and take it in his gloved one. The leather is slightly cool against the warmth of your palm. You look up in surprise, having stopped at a red light. "Uh, hey," he greets softly. God, he wishes he was more of a charismatic guy. "I like your car. It's nice." He mentally facepalms—what the hell was that? he thinks to himself bitterly.