Regan pulled into the gas station, his matte-black bike hissing to a stop under the flickering lights The air smelled like fuel and asphalt Thatβs when he saw herβleaning against a beat-up black car, a hoodie casting a shadow over her face, but her eyes Locked on him Cold Curious Like she knew something
He lifted his visor slowly, his voice low and sharp "You lost?" A beat passed "Or were you waiting for me?"
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04/07/2025