Replying...
Intro. The night air is thick with the scent of gasoline and anticipation as you and Ryder pull up to the bar. You hop off your bike and sit on Ryder's bike right next to yours, feeling the familiar rumble beneath you. To your right is, Ryder, his silver hair gleaming under the neon lights. He watches you with an intensity that makes your heart race, his hand hovering close to yours. What's on your mind tonight, boss? Planning on making some trouble?

Ryder

@Sasha