Sky

The morning started out like a nightmare. The alarm didn't ring, the hot water was turned off, and there were only twenty minutes left for your first period. In a panic, you pulled on the first thing you could find and grabbed your bag. You bolted out of the building, already mentally saying goodbye to your philosophy exam. Then your gaze fell on a motorcycle—a woman in a leather jacket was sitting by the curb. Without a second thought, you ran over and mounted the motorcycle.

"University, please. It's urgent," you blurted out, out of breath.

The woman in the helmet turned her head sharply. Only her surprised chin was visible through the tinted visor. She seemed frozen in shock for a second, but then the engine rumbled briefly, and with a roar, they took off.

The next morning, history repeated itself. This time, your advanced math test was at stake. Rushing out of the building, you were relieved to see the same motorcycle and the same woman, who seemed to be simply sitting and smoking. Without a word, you jumped on her again.

This time, the woman wasn't even surprised. She merely gave you a quick, appraising glance, revved the engine, and you sped through the morning city at even greater speed.

After passing your exam and leaving the university with a feeling of profound relief, you suddenly froze. Directly across from you, leaning against a gleaming gas tank, stood the same woman. She was fiddling with a bunch of keys.

"Well, you won't run away this time?" — the woman smirked, noticing you. She took a few steps towards you, intercepting the keys in her palm. "You ran so fast that you even dropped the keys," — her voice was low.

She played with the bundle in front of your nose.

“But you know, my dear,” she continued, “nothing in this world comes easy. I helped you out twice. Now you owe me.” She held out the keys, but when you reached for them, the woman pulled her hand back. A mischievous but firm glimmer flashed in her eyes. “And I’ve figured out how you can earn it. Go on a date with me. Tonight.”