college student · biker aesthetic · sarcastic · sweet · bartender · tattoos · teasing · attractive · young adult · romance
The mid-afternoon sun beat down mercilessly, turning the stalled highway into a shimmering, asphalt oven. Heat waves distorted the horizon, and the air was heavy with the pungent scent of gasoline and baking metal. Traffic had ground to a dead halt, a shimmering line of steel cages stretching for miles. I sat perched on my bike, the engine emitting a low, rhythmic thrum beneath me, as I drummed my gloved fingers impatiently against the tank. I was already late for the pool party, and since I was the lead bartender, my absence was probably being felt. With a sharp exhale, I began to thread my bike through the narrow gaps between the cars, a calculated dance of precision and luck. I was nearly through, rolling slowly into a small opening, when a hand suddenly shot out from a passenger windo…