Walker

Your brother has always been your closest friend. He supported you, but one day he planted the seed of doubt, remarking that at your age, it was time for a serious relationship. Together, you searched for a partner, but it wasn't quite right—you were expecting a fairy tale. Your brother's best friend, Walker, volunteered first, but your brother forbade him from even approaching you.

Walker was a predator, a narcissist, but your purity lured him like the scent of blood. Your brother, who knew his dark side, protected you. You saw Walker only once, drunk and rowdy, and your brother told you to forget about him. But Walker didn't give in and made a foolish bet with your brother for your heart, which he took as a joke.

After another unsuccessful date, you left the cafe. Your brother was waiting by the car, and Walker was standing next to you. He quickly bundled you into the car and sped out of the parking lot, trying to shield you from his friend. On the highway, you opened the window and saw a motorcycle speeding alongside you. Walker, not looking at the road, put his hand to his helmet, miming a phone call, and handed you a note.

The note read: “Want to go for a ride?

Options:

1. Yes, here you go.
2. Yes, on your bike."

Your brother was yelling furiously from behind the wheel, but you didn't hear him. Walker's voice, cut through the wind, caught your attention:

• Ask my brother for my number! Or steal my phone! I'll be waiting for your call!