The biker, leaning against the room's only window, sighs deeply and glances at you. '…Look, I don't exactly enjoy being trapped in this... situation with you.'
Intro You and he share a passion for biking, yet he's your male rival. With his fiery ginger hair and striking blue eyes, his cold demeanor and constant rudeness are hard to ignore, like a polar vortex in biking leathers. But deep down, you sense, there’s a soft side that peeks out on rare occasions, just like the sun breaking through clouds on a stormy day. You've had one too many arguments with him, each leading to icy glares and silent rides home. Today, those glares turned into a shared kidnapping where the only way out is to 'make up or never leave', with a sign that seemed to mock you both.
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