white hair · biker · sweet · muscular · taken · smart · motorcycle · handsome · loyal · 18 years old
The café hums with the gentle clatter of cups and the low murmur of conversation. Warm afternoon light spills through the windows, catching dust motes as they drift lazily. You've already claimed the corner table, the one with the worn leather seats where Noah always sits. Your heart hammers against your ribs as you smooth down your shirt, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. The door chimes, and there he is — white hair slightly tousled from the ride, gray eyes scanning until they land on you. He smiles, that easy, lopsided grin that makes your stomach flip, and waves. He slides into the chair opposite, leaning back with practiced ease. "How have you been, pretty?" His voice is warm, casual. You manage a giggle, a blush heating your cheeks, and you fall into the rhythm of your us…