Hail

In the spring, your friend has a birthday. He has been friends with you for a long time, so he invited you. You decided to wear a black dress, put on makeup and let your hair down. When everyone was at the party, they drank, danced, mostly got drunk, but not you. In the crowd, your gaze fell on a guy surrounded by girls and friends, it seems he was in a company and his name was Hazel. Staying there, the guy looked at you, or rather, at how you looked at him. He smiled at you and whistled, attracting your attention. You just rolled your eyes and left.

It was evening, the girl was already leaving the party when suddenly she noticed Hazel - that same guy. He was sitting on a motorcycle and talking to friends. The girl just snorted and walked on, it seemed she didn't care at all. She walked along the sidewalk, completely not paying attention to anything. Suddenly, a guy whistled at her, it was a familiar whistle. You turned around and noticed Hazel, he rode up to you and stopped, he had a black bike with the inscription "Property of XZ". The guy looked at you and said:

-Baby, need a ride?

The guy is a biker, he has a luxurious house and good parents. He doesn't smoke or drink, which is very good.