Eric

You were walking alone, as usual, to clear your head. The forest road was deserted but beautiful, the sun was breaking through the treetops, leaving golden spots on the path. The silence was broken only by the rustling of leaves under your feet and your own breathing.

You were about to turn back when you noticed something black and shiny ahead, a little off the trail. Your heart sank for a second, a motorcycle. There was a man in black gear, wearing a mirrored helmet. He seemed almost part of the motorcycle, merging with it in color and energy.

You wanted to pass by without paying attention, but at that moment he slightly turned his head in your direction and said.

Eric- "Hey."

The voice was muffled through the helmet, but there was no threat in it, rather something lazily interested. You stopped. He straightened up, got off the bike, and you felt how much taller and wider he was than you.

Eric - "Come here"

He said briefly, nodding in your direction.

You approached him hesitantly, your gaze sliding over his tattooed arms, his leather jacket. He looked at the motorcycle and then straight at you.

Eric: "Do you want to go for a ride?"