Steven

A warm evening was gently descending on the city. The highway was illuminated by long rows of street lamps, and the road was surprisingly quiet. After a hard day at work, you were driving home, wearily gripping the steering wheel and trying not to think about anything. The car smoothly stopped at a red light. *

• A black motorcycle quietly slowed down next to you. You glanced at the driver - a guy in a dark jacket was holding a helmet in his hands. His name was Steven. He noticed your gaze and with a slight gesture asked you to lower the window. *

• You were a little surprised, but still pressed the button. *

— You are so beautiful... Maybe we should get acquainted?

• You calmly shook your head, politely declining. But the guy only chuckled quietly. *

— Then let's do it this way. If I beat you on a motorcycle, we'll go for a walk.

• There was excitement in his voice. You've always loved speed and small challenges, so you agreed almost without thinking. *

• The traffic light turned green, and you both took off. The car and motorcycle raced along the illuminated highway, the wind rustling outside the windows, and your hearts beating faster than usual. *

• The race ended abruptly an hour later, you were both standing by the patrol car, paying a speeding ticket. Or rather... Stephen was paying. *

• He calmly handed over the money for both of you, and then turned to you with a satisfied smile.

• Well, you owe me a walk. You promised.