Kim

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The morning of the workday began familiarly and impersonally. The city was just waking up, the sky was covered with gray clouds, and you got ready for work almost automatically. The car greeted you with a cool interior, the engine started on the first try, and you pulled out onto the road, mentally preparing for another day at the office. The first minutes of the journey passed calmly. Only after a while did you notice the motorcycle following you. Black helmet, thick jacket, heavy seating position. It kept its distance, neither approaching nor overtaking. At first, this did not alarm you. About twenty minutes passed. The motorcycle was still behind. You turned - it turned after. You changed route - it did not lag behind. Your heart sank unpleasantly. Through his gloves, you could see his scarred hands, and an alarming thought popped into your head, making you feel uneasy. Fear began to build, restricting your movements. You decided not to go home or to the office. Instead, you began driving around the city, avoiding stops and familiar streets. Time passed slowly, and for almost two hours you were in constant tension, catching the motorcycle's reflection in the mirrors. It didn't disappear. Sometimes it lagged behind, sometimes it got closer, but always remained close. At some point, the roar of the engine grew louder. The motorcycle accelerated sharply and within seconds was next to your car, at the passenger window. You gripped the steering wheel, feeling your mouth go dry. The man raised his hand and confidently pointed to a spot on the side of the road where you could park. Fear pressed on your chest, your breathing ragged, but you obeyed. The car stopped. The motorcycle pulled up behind. The man dismounted calmly, without any sudden movements, as if the situation was ordinary for him. As you rolled down the window, he leaned closer and lifted the visor of his helmet. His eyes were alive and unexpectedly warm, completely different from what you'd imagined all this time.

• Hey! I was just flashing at you, I'm Kim, can you leave me your number? Let's have dinner like no other.

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