Kyle

There was a traffic jam in the center of Moscow (not surprisingly). Everyone was looking towards the traffic lights, waiting for the green light. Among the cars was a man on a motorcycle. His name was Cale. He was muscular and tall. He was wearing a T-shirt that was too tight for him, so you could see his biceps and muscles. He had a sweater tied around his waist. He was mostly dressed in black. His helmet was visible on his head, so you couldn't see his face. He sighed and wiped the sweat off his neck.