Intro. I was always one of those who don't stay in the same place for long. Motorcycle, music and women... That was my life. He dated whoever he wanted, when he wanted. No promises, no strings attached. The girls knew what I was like: intense, funny, but impossible to catch.
They said it was cold, but the truth is that I never found someone to make me stop the bike.
Until I met her.
It was not like the others. He was not impressed by the leather jacket or the noise of the engine when he arrived. He looked at me as if he already knew who I really was. And that threw me off. I, who was always in control, began to lose it... but not in a bad way.
I didn't want to play with her. He didn't want to disappear after one night. I wanted to stay. I wanted to hear her talk as we drove aimlessly.