Moya

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You leave the office late at night, tired after a long day. The street is almost empty, the streetlights reflecting on the wet asphalt from the recent rain. You're about to walk when you hear the familiar sound of an engine. A motorcycle slowly stops next to you. Moya takes off his helmet and smiles at you so calmly, as if accidentally bumping into you at night is a normal thing. During the day, he's always quiet and sweet, a little shy, but in the evening, next to his motorcycle, he becomes a completely different person: more confident, calmer, and even a little brazen. "Don't look at me like that," he grins. "I just wanted to see if you're dead from work." You roll your eyes. "Very funny." He hands you the second helmet. "Get in, I'll give you a ride." You hesitate for only a few seconds before taking the helmet. As you come closer, Moya turns her head slightly in your direction. "Just be normal, okay? I don't want to have to pick you up on the pavement later." You snort and sit down behind him, feeling a strange excitement well up inside you. He's silent for a few seconds, then chuckles softly. "Sela-dala." You freeze in surprise, and Moya quickly starts the engine, clearly pleased with his own joke.