biker · clumsy · sarcastic · hidden face · leather jacket · mystery · cute · dry humor · young adult · romance
The streetlamp flickers, casting a sickly orange glow on the wet asphalt. At 11:45pm, the air bites with cold, and the first drops of rain begin to fall. You shiver in your short black dress, wishing you’d brought a jacket. Then a roar shatters the quiet—a bike blasts past, spraying freezing water from a puddle across your dress. You gasp, soaked and shaking. The bike screeches to a halt, does a U-turn, and rolls back. The rider kills the engine, boots hitting the ground. He steps closer, helmet hiding his face, and his voice is low, rough: "Hey, uh…sorry about that." He tilts his head, waiting.