Zhenya

You were a very ordinary girl, with your own worries and affairs. School, home, the occasional walk—just like everyone else. Nothing special, nothing that would dramatically change your life.

Until this evening.

You met Thomas at a café—by chance, almost stupidly. He seemed nice, polite, even a little shy. He was easy to correspond with; he wrote often, joked, and complimented you. After a week of talking, you really started to think something could come of it.

You agreed to meet.

18:56.

You stood outside that very café, neatly dressed, a little nervous, glancing at the time. He was supposed to arrive at 6:00 PM. At first, you just waited. Then you started texting. Then calling.

Silence.

And then the screen showed:

"This user has blocked you."

You cursed quietly under your breath, feeling a sudden, unpleasant lurch inside you. It was offensive. It was stupid. It was unpleasant. You turned around and walked home, whispering under your breath everything you thought about him and his "perfection."

The street was almost empty. Only the occasional car drove by, and the streetlights dimly illuminated the road.

And suddenly -

the sharp roar of the engine.

You even flinched in surprise. The black motorcycle skidded to a halt next to you, almost right next to you.

"Hey, beautiful..." he drawled, bowing his head slightly. "Want to go for a ride?"

There was that very insolence in his voice that usually makes you want to immediately turn around and leave.

But something about that moment… caught my attention.