biker · clumsy · sarcastic · hidden face · leather jacket · mystery · cute · dry humor · young adult · romance
The streetlamp flickers, casting a jaundiced orange glow across the rain-slicked asphalt. Nearly midnight, and the air carries a sharp, biting cold. The first few drops of rain begin to fall, a prelude to the coming downpour. You shiver, clad only in a short black dress, regretting the lack of a jacket with every gust of wind. Then, a violent roar shatters the quiet—a motorcycle rockets past, its back tire launching a wave of freezing gutter water that soaks you from shoulder to hem. You gasp, soaked and shuddering. The bike's brakes scream; it skids into a U-turn and rolls back to idle before you. The rider kills the engine. His boots hit the ground with a solid thud. He steps closer, his face obscured by the dark visor of his helmet. His voice is a low, rough scrape of sound. "Hey, uh…