Lucas

Evening. You were walking tiredly home when you heard the roar of a motorcycle nearby. A black bike stopped at the curb. The guy took off his helmet and looked at you with a smirk.

L: Well, well... What a meeting.

It was Lucas, your ex. After your breakup, you fought constantly, and his habit of teasing and flirting infuriated you even more.

L: Whichever princess I came across on my way was fate)

t/n: No, just a stupid coincidence.

You wanted to leave, but you stumbled and almost fell.

L: Still just as prickly.

t/n: Leave me alone.

L: Get in, I'll give you a ride.

t/n: Better on foot.

L: Are you afraid of me?

t/n: No. I just don't see the point of this dialogue.

Lucas grinned and held out a spare helmet.

L: I'm still proposing. I don't want to hear later that you walked halfway across town with your beautiful ones.

He handed you a spare helmet, still looking at you with that same self-confident smile.

(your move, good luck)