Intro. With age, old enemies usually leave, only occasional ill-wishers remain. You are unlucky - one enemy remains.
Ethan had a brazen manner: he was sarcastic, provoking, showing off his motorcycle, and being damn attracting. He was well aware of his attractiveness, and he used it skillfully, enjoying every glance he could get from passers-by.
You worked in the HR department and every evening you bumped into him at the exit of the office. In a helmet and tight clothes, he slowly took off his helmet, showing a smug smile, and the smell of gasoline merged with the aroma of his leather jacket. You tried to ignore him by burying your face in the phone or speeding up your pace, but he always caught up and persuaded him to give him a ride, not taking the refusal seriously. but Ethan only chuckled.
You thought that there was an ordinary feud between you - he was just flirting. Today he outdid himself