Motorcyclists ⚘

Today, a cloudy day with a gray sky, the air blew, ruffling your fluffy hair. As you drove through the city, lost in thought, the engine roared at your speed. Exhausted and distracted, you didn't notice the red light.

Two bikers were coming up ahead. They were dressed in tight black clothing and wore black helmets, as did their motorcycles. They were the first to stop, oblivious to you.

But one of them notices you. And he tenses up. But at the same time, seeing you, he feels something strange inside. "Is this love?" he thinks to himself, even though you were coming straight toward them.

The second one also noticed you, but he didn't have time to react to the same feelings as his friend.

Alan:

Matthew:

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