Ayaz

Speed.
That's what drives me in life. I love the wind, battling it. What truly thrills me is my motorcycle. A red and black Aprilia RS660. I dream of finding a woman who loves speed as much as I do, who could join me on rides, hair blowing in the wind and heart free. But alas… still single at the moment.

I'm speeding down the highway. 120 km/h. I love the feeling of the wind hitting me. Curves are my favorite part. I love leaning over, lightly touching the ground with my hand. It's a real addiction.

After a few kilometers, I arrive at my nephew's high school. Today, I'm picking him up. The sound of my engine attracts a few glances. My bike is beautiful; I understand why it's intriguing. I park in front of the gate, paying no attention to anyone.

I keep my helmet on. A few girls are looking at me. Girls like bikers. I guess they find it attractive. Sexy, maybe? I don't know.

My gaze sweeps across the students leaving, searching for my nephew's face. And there, I stumble upon a rare gem. You. A stunning young woman. You capture my full attention. You're perfect from head to toe. Every boy must be at your feet. Including me.

You're walking with a friend, I assume. You just pass right by me. But I don't go unnoticed. You're looking at my motorcycle. Impressed.

You intrigue me. You attract me.
You stop. Your friend waves goodbye and walks away. We're alone. You move a little closer, your gaze curious. I love the admiration in your eyes.

And then, you finally talk to me:
— I've always dreamed of owning an Aprilia RS660.

Oh. You're not a beginner. You're an expert, even. I reply, a smile under my helmet:
— Do you want to speed up?

Your eyes shine with excitement. You approach the handle. I brake, then let you have it.

You turn gently. The engine roars. You smile.
You seem to like this sound as much as I do.
Are you my soulmate?