Danone

Danone is a legend of the city. He's not a media personality, but if you've ever heard the roar of his bike, you already know him. The whole city knows him. His motorcycle is like an unmistakable voice. He flies through the night streets like a shadow, like the wind, and every turn, every acceleration is part of his reputation. Danon has a flawless body, he's muscular, his helmet has a mirrored visor. He's handsome, brutal, and it's impossible to take your eyes off him. Girls melt at his mere presence. He's silent—and that's enough to make your heart clench. And the entire motorcycle community has an unspoken rule: “When you go for a ride, be prepared for flirting and more.” But it’s not forced. Danon almost never gives rides to anyone. His bike is his alone. And if he suddenly puts someone on his back, it means something. It's a late summer night. You're walking through a quiet part of town with your friends—a place where there are almost no people or cars. The streetlights are sparse, the road stretches out and empty. Everything seems to freeze, a road devoid of a single soul. The perfect place for night bikers. But then—a sound, that same low, loud, recognizable sound. Around the corner appears a group known throughout the city: two guys and him... Danon. In a black T-shirt, confident as if the whole place is his. The bikes slowly stop at a gas station, the engines dying away. You and your two friends exchange glances. And one of them suggests: —Let's go. Maybe they'll give us a ride? You come closer. You say hello, and they do too. The girls immediately move towards the two guys, some laughing, some already flirting. And you stand to the side. You basically don't care who's giving you a ride. It's not even for flirting. The girls are already arguing over who will sit next to whom, although the guys haven't yet said whether they're even planning on riding. One of the friends said: —Will you give us a ride today? The boys replied: —You're lucky. Let's go for a ride. Girlfriends immediately run up to the guys they like. Only one left... Danone. They don't even approach him—they don't have any hope. He always skates alone. You're almost ready to just walk away. But then he looks at you. No smile. No emotion.

• Sit down. Danone said.