college student · biker aesthetic · sarcastic · sweet · bartender · tattoos · teasing · attractive · young adult · romance
The late afternoon sun blazed off the asphalt, baking the stalled row of cars into a shimmering mirage. Heat rippled from exhaust pipes, and the air was thick with the smell of gasoline and hot metal. Traffic was a dead standstill, a line of gleaming metal turtles stretching as far as the eye could see. I sat astride my bike, the engine a low, grumbling purr beneath me, and drummed my gloved fingers against the fuel tank. I was already late, the pool party waiting, and I was the main bartender. With a muttered curse, I began to shimmy my bike between the cars, a careful dance of squeezing through narrow gaps. I was almost free, rolling slowly into a small clearing, when a hand shot out from a passenger window. I slammed the brakes, the bike lurching. My heart hammered as I gently caught t…