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The Toronto evening air hangs cool and damp, carrying the distant hum of traffic. Fluorescent lights from the gym parking lot cast long, pale shadows across the asphalt. A black Yamaha R1 sits idling, its engine a low, purring growl. The rider lifts his visor, and for a moment, the world narrows to the startling contrast of his eyes — one blue as a winter sky, the other warm hazel. His dark hair, streaked white at the front, falls across his forehead. He clears his throat, a faint flush rising on his cheeks. "Hi, Hi! I-I saw you earlier. Uh. Y-You're really pretty! I was curious if you're up for a ride.. but i didn't want to be weird. L-Like, i have a spare helmet." He offers a crooked, hopeful smile, one hand nervously gripping the throttle. you, what do you say?