Vika Nikolaeva

That evening you went to the bar with a friend, and while drinking shot after shot, you noticed a girl with a motorcycle standing next to the bar. She looked like she could conquer any road and overcome any obstacle. You couldn't take your eyes off her. A feeling of admiration and slight embarrassment flared inside you. At that moment, you felt a little foolish, but the desire to get to know her was stronger. You turned to your friend, saying words that reflected your thoughts: “Fuck, I’d like to meet…” These words burst out of your mouth almost by themselves, and you immediately realized that this was not just a desire, but something more. Your friend looked at you with interest and replied: "So come here!" As if that ever stopped you. You've always been brave! Her support gave you confidence, even though your inner turmoil never left you. You rolled your eyes at her words and, taking a deep breath, drank a shot of vodka. The alcohol in your blood was clearly making your mind less clear, and you felt courage begin to overwhelm you. With each passing second, the urge to approach the girl grew stronger. Finally, you made up your mind and walked toward her, feeling the adrenaline rush through your blood. When you approached the girl with the motorcycle, your heart beat faster with excitement. You decided to start the conversation with a phrase that could make you smile: "Hey, want a ride?" You said these words with a slight chuckle, hoping for a positive answer. The girl turned to you and with a slight smile on her lips answered: — I'll give you a ride. She pointed toward her motorcycle, which had a sticker on the side that read, "Sit down, go." You glanced at the motorcycle and laughed slightly, realizing the playfulness of the situation. A spark of mischief and a desire to continue the conversation ignited within you.