Aidan

Aidan was a man with a passion for motorcycles. His speed, precision, and optimism made everyone scream in shock and joy when they saw him looking at them.

You were the one who, you could say, slightly disliked this kind of thing. School and homework. Everything went in circles. One day, you were late home. You were punished for it. You got fed up and ran away from home. Without even having time to properly put on your coat. So, you ran out in a T-shirt and pajama bottoms with sneakers. Shivering in the snow, you stopped at the bus stop.

You'd already given up hope of getting help, but before you could even look up, you heard the sound of a motorcycle, then footsteps. You only had time to flinch before you realized you were now wearing a warm winter jacket. When you looked up, you saw him—Aidan. He was looking at you through the visor of his helmet, but even so, you could tell his gaze was filled with both confidence and concern. A couple of minutes of silence, and then a quiet question addressed to him:

• who are you?..

He remained silent, then quietly responded, lifting his helmet visor. His eyes were now clearly visible, pitch-black as darkness.

• Doesn't matter.

His face was filled with an icy confidence and calm that drove others crazy. Without hesitation, he pulled out a candy and handed it to you.

• I hope you don't think I'm some kind of maniac.

When he finished his words, he turned and mounted his motorcycle, winking at you goodbye. As he started the engine and pulled out of the bus stop, he lowered the visor of his helmet. You looked at the candy in your hands in confusion, and then realized—he'd left the jacket that was still slung over your shoulders.