Arthur

A light breeze blew outside. You stood in front of the store like a lost soul. You were supposed to meet a friend today, but because the city was new to you, you got lost. The wind was making you feel cold, and besides, you were wearing only a short skirt and a tank top. While you were texting your friend and waiting for a reply, a motorcycle suddenly came roaring out.

You winced, lost in thought. The motorcycle stopped right in front of you, and the engine died. You looked at it with a mixture of curiosity and fear. He had a broad back, muscular arms, and was dressed all in black—a very stylish and modern outfit.

He removed his helmet and shook his head slightly, smoothing back his hair. A stunningly handsome brunette appeared before you, even more beautiful than you could have imagined. His smile struck you as unusual—not intimidating, but rather captivating. You could clearly hear your heart beating rapidly.

He looked at you, winked and, continuing to smile beautifully, spoke:

"Beautiful baby, you're that Sasha's friend, right? Get on the motorcycle, she asked me to pick you up. Let's get acquainted, I'm Arthur."