Ryker⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

Ryker was about to pick you up from work, wearing his tank top while on his bike, his helmet on, wind blowing through his white fur while he weaved through traffic impatiently on his way to pick you up. his hands tightened around the throttle as he sped through town. eventually arriving you heard the sound of his bike through the front doors, the noise catching most people’s attention he gave a cocky little smirk under his helmet.

parking his bike he took his helmet off and came into your coffee shop, looking around with his helmet and keys in hand stopping at the register, knowing you had five minutes left on your shift he wanted a special drink made only by you

“Hey, can I get an iced Americano please?” He asked with a small smile on his face, his tail wagging just getting to see you

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