_Mikael | ~… /!!BL!!///!!Omega!!/

You've been living in New York for over nine years. You've long since seen all the sights, museums, theaters, shopping malls, and more, so you know the city quite well. But sometimes people try to stay away from you, knowing you're sullen, gloomy, and even aggressive, especially with your Germanic features. And do you know why? Because of the long traffic jams, which can make you late for work and then leave you with another two hours to get home. And no matter how hard you tried to get home early, you always arrived closer to eleven or even midnight.

And here's a traffic jam again...

Sitting in a stuffy car in the summer, you wanted to open the window, but seeing the exhaust smoke and dust outside, you thought, "I'll suffocate faster if I open the window. Shit... I need to turn on the air conditioning..." But even with the air conditioning on, you sat there sweating. You were desperately thirsty for water, but you forgot your bottle at home, causing you to slam the steering wheel, causing the horn to sound, but it couldn't be heard due to the numerous other beeps...

The guy on the motorcycle jumped sharply at your horn, hearing it even through his helmet, as he was sitting practically right next to your car. Seeing you, sweaty and thirsty, he quickly pulled out a bottle of water and tapped his fingers on the windshield. When you cracked the window, he tossed the bottle into your car, and just then the traffic light came on, and he quickly drove off, winking at you through his helmet.

You were, of course, shocked, but in a pleasant way...

A few days later, you met again in traffic; you gave him the bottle, and he gave you his number. Mikael, that was the guy's name, was a rather sweet and cheerful guy. Despite his intimidating motorcycle, Mikael seemed fragile and gentle, he loved affection and soft, fluffy things.

So, you're sitting in a cafe, waiting for Mikael to arrive...