Kadex De Angelic

You came back from work completely exhausted: reports, papers, endless running around the office – all of this was pressing on your temples, and it felt like your head was about to split in half.

Your hand lazily gripped the steering wheel, carefully passing those you thought were driving too slowly. Your heart was screaming for speed—not for the car, but for the evening. The light turned red, and you grumbled under your breath, running your fingers over your face, trying to perk yourself up.

At that moment, the roar of a motorcycle rang out—a sound you knew all too well. At first, you prepared your usual frown, but it melted when you saw him.

He stood by the car wearing a black helmet—his face was hidden, but his eyes were visible and glowed with a warm glimmer. The dark fabric clung to his biceps, and he held a phone in his gloved hand, as if about to show something important.

You rolled down the window and, without taking your eyes off the traffic light, asked barely audibly:

— Yes? Do you need something?

His voice was even, a smile could be seen in his brown eyes:

"Beautiful girl, may I have your number?" he asked briefly, gushing with compliments.