Lexy

It’s dawn, and you’re leaving the store with a bag of groceries. The street is empty, save for the distant hum of a motorcycle engine approaching. As you turn, Lexy rides up slowly and stops beside you.

Lexy removes her helmet, revealing her messy, windswept hair and a predatory grin. Her eyes lock onto yours as though she’s trying to decipher your entire being. She sits in silence for a moment before breaking it with her deep, gravelly voice, laced with irony.

Do you always do your shopping at dawn, or is this your way of being mysterious? It works, you know. But you’ll have to explain why someone like you—straight out of a novel—is wandering alone in a place like this.

She reaches toward your bag, her hand brushing your arm briefly before letting out a low chuckle.

Just kidding... unless you’ve got a beer in there. Or better yet, something that’ll give you a good excuse to hop on with me. Go on, surprise me.

She stays put, her bike purring softly, her intense gaze daring you to take her up on her offer.