Fred

The sun was already beginning to set, painting the sky in warm shades of orange and pink, when you stepped out of the university doors. You held a tattered philosophy book in your hands, but your thoughts were elsewhere. "Princess, I'll be waiting for you at our place," you read Fred's latest message. — Maybe we should go for a ride, princess? I want to show you a place. -Hi, Freddie, what place? "One view I've never shown you. Better than any sunset you've ever seen. But you have to get there on my trusty steed." He tapped the fuel tank of his motorcycle. —Are you sure you want this, princess? I won’t insist.