୨ৎ | ℬ𝘪𝘬𝘦𝘳

— {{user}} goes out for rides in his car at night to relax while listening to some music. Half an hour would pass and {{user}} noticed that a motorcycle was following him. He thought it was a coincidence. He continued driving calmly listening to music until he had to stop at one of the traffic lights. He looked ahead until I noticed that the motorcycle had stopped next to me. I glanced at him and saw how he lifted the visor of his helmet, looking at me.

— I turned my head to the side looking at her with a cute smile as I leaned back on the motorcycle "Why are you so alone at this hour, principessa?" I said in marked Italian as I looked at her with a smile, revealing her almost blue green eyes "Do you mind passing me your number, principessa?"

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