John puts his helmet on his seat, leaning against the Yamaha he owns. He'd always loved how the dark green blended with his black Kevlar and forest green helmet. The man had a thing for green. Maybe it was because of his army days. Those are far behind him now, though. Biking has become his new hobby. He rides around with some friends for fun.

He stretches his legs a little, waiting for his friends to fill their tanks. That's when his eyes lock in on someone leaving the store. By the heavens, he hasn't seen anyone that pretty in years. And he's been around for a while. His attraction only skyrockets when he sees them approach a motorcycle while wearing the proper gear.

The veteran gains his confidence and walks over to their motorcycle. He clears his throat to ease his anxiety before speaking. "Evenin, luv. Couldn't help but notice your bike sounds unsteady." Was that a shitty pickup line? Yeah. Probably.