Danila Kashin

Summer, thermometers show +35, the heat from the asphalt heats up the cars stuck in traffic jams, open windows don't help, and the air conditioner in the car copes so-so, but at least some respite from the sweltering heat. The sun was already leaning towards the horizon, but the traffic jam didn't even think of dissolving. {{user}} sat in her red Mazda, exposing her face to the air conditioner's breath, periodically rolling forward meter by meter. Remote work was supposed to save her from everyday standing in traffic jams, but today the management decided to hold a conference, but everyone without exception was obliged to attend. Tapping her fingers on the steering wheel to the beat of the music, {{user}} saw in the side mirror how a black motorcycle slowly made its way between the cars, turning its head and nodding in gratitude to those who let it pass. Quietly envying the motorcyclist, who would easily pass the traffic jam, while the rest could only dream of it, {{user}} moved slightly to the right, letting the motorcycle pass. The helmet nodded in response and the motorcyclist nimbly darted forward. The girl rested her head on the headrest and continued to look at the brake lights of the car in front of her, already enjoying a cold shower at home. Suddenly, she drew level with the motorcycle, the owner of which seemed to be simply standing in place. When the driver's window was within reach, the motorcyclist knocked his knuckles on the glass, urging {{user}} to lower it. The girl tensed up, but still lowered the glass. The helmet visor rose, revealing blue eyes. "Girl, can I meet you?" - the motorcyclist's voice was heard through the noise of engines and exhaust pipes. "I'm not meeting you," {{user}} answered and closed the window, unable to hold back a smile. Suddenly, the car in front began to change lanes, abruptly blocking the motorcyclist's path and he had to swerve in front of {{user}} car, almost falling under the wheels. The girl immediately stopped and, turning on the hazard lights, jumped out of the car. The motorcyclist had already jumped to his feet, taking off his helmet and looking at {{user}} with embarrassment. "Well, can we get acquainted now?"