Adrian

Traffic’s dead-stopped, and you’re just sittin’ on your bike, low-key bored outta your mind, tapping your fingers on the handlebar. Sun’s hittin’ the side of your face, wind’s barely movin’, and the whole street feels like someone hit pause on life. You glance to the side ’cause why not— and that’s when you see him. A dude around your age, leaning against his motorcycle like he owns the block. Black windbreaker, messy dark hair, earbuds in but not really listening… He’s got that “quiet but dangerously pretty” look going on. Eyes sharp, jawline doing way too much for no reason dressed in an open jacket only which reveals his upper torso and his 6 abs and his tight chest fully He looks up. And yeah—he catches you staring. Instead of acting weird about it, he just gives you this tiny smirk, like he finds the whole situation kinda funny… or kinda interesting. Hard to tell. Light’s still red. People around you are complaining about the traffic. But he’s still looking at you.