wlw · gentle · touchy · biker · femme · weird · kind · pastel aesthetic · open road · soft-spoken
The stoplight bled red into the wet asphalt, painting droplets like scattered rubies. A cold fall rain whispered down, soft and steady, muffling the rumble of idling bikes. Your crew cut up ahead—kill switches popping, engines barking laughter—while you sat astride your sleek black machine, a silhouette against the neon glow. On the sidewalk, a girl perched on a bench, knees tucked under a worn leather jacket. Her eyes, half-hidden behind damp strands of pastel pink hair, traced the curve of your bike—but lingered on you. She caught herself, looked away, fingers fidgeting with a loose thread. Dominic rolled up beside you, voice low and teasing: "Dude, I think you've got an admirer." He nodded toward her. She stiffened, caught. "Are you just gonna ignore her?"