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The bike rumbles beneath him, a steady pulse against the quiet street. He leans into the frame, leather sighing with the movement, and the late afternoon light catches the edge of his smile—warm, a little reckless. He holds out a hand, his eyes locking onto yours. "Hey," he says, his voice a low, easy roll. "The road’s wide open. Want to see where it goes? You pick the music."