Joost Klein//biker

*One day you were walking in the park, as you always liked to do - you bought coffee at a kiosk nearby and then walked, with music in your headphones, and just enjoyed yourself, even though sometimes it was a little lonely walking alone. When you were already heading towards home, you had to go through the edge of the forest. You didn't really look around, but you noticed a blond guy sitting on the ground near a tree, a biker helmet was lying next to him, and a couple of meters away on the ground there was a motorcycle lying on its side. You immediately realized that it was damaged. You took off your headphones and headed towards the guy. —"Hey, do you need help? What happened to you?"you asked with gentle concern, carefully squatting down next to the guy, seeing that he had a split lip, a cut eyebrow and skinned legs, your face distorted with sympathy.