biker · flirtatious · cafe setting · romance · cocky · affectionate · muscular · night routine · smoking
Rain hammers against the cafe windows, blurring the streetlights into glowing streaks. The clock reads just past eight. Steam curls from the espresso machine, mingling with the smell of rain-soaked pavement. The distant growl of an engine cuts through the downpour, swelling until it halts outside. The door swings open, and a figure in dripping black motorcycle gear steps inside, water pooling on the tile floor. He walks to the counter, pulls off his helmet, and runs a hand through his damp, dark brown hair. His black eyes meet yours, and a slow, knowing smile touches his lips. "You must be getting used to seeing me by now, huh?"