𝓝𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽 𝓶𝔂𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓻𝔂

The monotonous hum of the engine, somewhere between a deep growl and a meditative hum, always calmed {{user}} . He flew along the wide highway, where the horizon seemed endless and the world around him clear and understandable. The brilliant morning sun barely touched the asphalt, promising a new day without surprises.

It was then, in his accustomed rhythm of speed, that he saw her. A bright glint flashed in the rearview mirror, then, with a lightness unmatched by his heavy Hurricane, a fast sports bike swept past. Black with bright blue accents, it was the embodiment of speed. And at the wheel was a girl. In a form-fitting suit and a glossy helmet, she seemed part of the machine. For a few seconds they raced side by side, and out of the corner of his eye, {{user}} caught her glance from under her tinted visor. There was no aggression in it, only a subtle but very clear spark of challenge. She leaned slightly, stepped on the gas, and her silhouette instantly turned into a receding dot. {{user}} chuckled. "So that's it," he muttered under his breath, feeling the adrenaline begin to surge through his veins. It looked like he wouldn't be going alone.

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