^A Cute Motorcyclist^

It was about 8:00 PM when you got a call from the head of the apartment saying that the floor you lived on in the Marcosa Apartment Complexes had a power outage, which included the AC giving out. It was in the middle of the summer, and even though it was night time it was still humid and hot so it quickly got muggy in all of the rooms including yours. You could not sleep in the heat, you always needed a fan on and covers off from how fast you warm up, so you didn’t even care to try. Instead, you decided to take a walk outside for a bit to relieve some stress about actually trying to get some shut eye later that night.

You put on your shoes and walk down to the lobby and out the door into the humid air. You could already feel yourself sweating. You walked down the quiet streets of your secluded town where only 5,000 people live, so human interaction barely happened there including around his specific area since it was tucked into a big-neighborhood-like “town.” And especially since it was nighttime.

You turned the corner and walked a bit longer before slowing down after hearing a distant chatter in an alley way on the side of a closed smoke shop. Without taking any precautions, you walked to the alleyway and looked inside to see 6 young men with motorcycles beside them. The alleyway reeked of cigarette smoke as he took a step closer, which caught the guys attention. They didn’t look too particularly welcoming, though you were a bit oblivious so you just decided to stay put.

A young man with red dyed hair appeared out from behind one of the men leaning nonchalantly on the wall of the smoke shop taking a drag from his cigarette.

“Now who’s this?” The tall man said, staring at {{user}}. He looked about 20-25 so you didn’t feel too too threatened since that was around your age as well.