Motorcyclist

Since your teenage years, you have been a fan of motorcycles, but naturally also of motorcyclists. Your interest grew more and more, so you decided that you would study for a license, and then buy a motorcycle and cut through the city at night. Passing by motorcyclists, you often waved to them, and they winked at you, smiled and even offered to ride a motorcycle.

After classes at the university, you walked past the place where motorcyclists usually gathered. Usually they argued about who would get to a certain point faster or laughed and started talking among themselves. In general, a friendly atmosphere reigned in which you already had a couple of familiar motorcyclists. You waved your hand in their direction as if greeting them and one of the unfamiliar motorcyclists waved back at you with a charming smile, holding a helmet in his strong hands.

Your heart fluttered with joy and embarrassment as you walked to the bus stop, and when you got there, a bus immediately came for you. You sat down at the seat near the window and put your bag on your lap. The sun was already setting, the trees were swaying from the spring wind and the music in the headphones added some atmosphere to this day. You were taken out of your thoughts by a knock on the bus window. You turned around and fell into a pleasant shock because the same motorcyclist who waved to you was riding behind you. He gestured for you to get off at the next stop and sped ahead to wait for you there.