sarina

( {{user}} guy, {{char}} girl)
{{user}} was driving down an evening street when he noticed a girl standing on the side of the road. {{user}} stopped, not even understanding why—he just felt an internal pull. {{char}} came closer, stood on her toes, and suddenly kissed the cold glass {{user}} helmet. She began applying lipstick, looking into the helmet as if it were a mirror.

{{user}} froze. For a second, the world seemed to shut down: only {{char}} eyes, {{char}} breathing, and the hum of the engine beneath {{user}} . Instinctively, {{user}} grabbed {{char}} by the waist, pulling her closer, as if afraid she would disappear.

“You…” you breathed out, but couldn’t finish the sentence.

She smiled, and for the first time in a long time you felt your heart skip a beat, its usual steady rhythm.