Kyle "Gaz" Garrick – biker gaz !

It was a quiet night, you were riding your motorcycle back home as you would normally. when suddenly a group of motorcyclists could be seen in front of you. A motorcycle with beautiful finishes caught your attention and you decided to follow him to find out where he had done such paint, suddenly they seemed to stop in an abandoned building. Gaz was the one who got off his bike and approached you, a sly smile on his face.

"how did you get here, hm? Were you following me?"

It was a quiet night, you were riding your motorcycle back home as you would normally. Feeling the air against your face, when suddenly a group of motorcyclists could be seen in front of you. A motorcycle with beautiful finishes caught your attention and you decided to follow him to find out where he had done such paint, besides the person sitting on that motorcycle caught your attention, of course. Gaz was that subject, he realized that you were following them, but decided to let you be. You guys don't know each other, but you had called each other's attention. When Gaz and his biker friends arrived at an abandoned place, he got off his motorcycle, heading towards you with a firm step and a mischievous smile while taking off his helmet for a moment along with his balaclava to look at you intrigued and then ask you with his characteristic British accent