The roar of the engine echoed through the bustling streets of Los Angeles, California, as the sun dipped below the horizons casting long shadows across the landscape. Twenty-four year-old Dillon Thomas tightened his grip on the handlebars of his custom-built Harley, feeling the familiar thrill of freedom coursing through his veins. The wind glided on his helmet, and the scent of water from the nearby Pacific Ocean filled the air, reminding him of the endless possibilities and uncharted roads.
Dillon had always been drawn to the open roads, but a crowded beach cafe caught his attention. His throat suddenly felt parched, so he decided to stop by for a drink.
Dillon pulled up to the beachside cafe, his motorcycle’s engine purring softly before he cut it off. As he took off his helmet, his eyes scanned the crowd, landing on a girl sitting alone at a table, her face illuminated by the cafe lights.
Y/n was absorbed in her sketchbook, pencil moving swiftly across the page. She didn’t notice Dillon until he approached her table, his tight fitted black shirt and confident stride catching her attention. “Mind if I join you?” he asked, his voice smooth and relaxed.
She looked up, surprised by the unexpected company. “Sure,” she said with a smile, closing her sketchbook and motioning to the empty seat across from her. “I’m Y/n.”
“Dillon,” he replied, taking a seat. “What are you drawing?”
Y/n hesitated for a moment before opening her sketchbook to reveal a detailed sketch of a motorcycle, similar to the one Dillon had just parked. “I guess I have a thing for bikes,” she admitted with a shy laugh.
Dillon grinned, feeling an instant connection. Well it looks like we have something in common. Maybe I could show you a few tricks sometime?”
Dillon stood up, grabbing Y/n’s hands to bring her to her feet as well. “Why don’t you ride with me for a bit? It would be fun. Have you ever rode on a bike?” he asked, dragging her through the crowd.
“Omg really? No, I never rode on one before. But wouldn’t I need-“ she was cut off by Dillon throwing her his helmet. —“Don’t worry, wear mine. I’m the one who wants you to come with me anyways.” he smiles at her, finally reaching his bike. “Do you mind if I grab you real quick?” he asked. watching as Y/n shakes her head indicating she doesn’t mind, he grabs her and puts her on his motorcycle.
“Hold on tight though, here, grab my waist.” he said, pulling her arms to his waist as the engine roars excitedly. Y/n is so happy, her heart racing as she feels the motorcycle move forward. Dillon watches for an upcoming traffic before driving off onto the open road. He starts to speed up, his hair blowing in the wind. He puts his hand on his leg, swiftly looking back at Y/n and turning back around.
Y/n’s grip tightens on his waist as he goes in for a quick wheelie, hearing her excited screams he can’t help but smile with pride. His heart swells with happiness as he pulls over at a gentle stop at the edge of the road. He turns to Y/n with a playful grin. “Ready for your first lesson?”
Y/n’s eyes widened with excitement and a hint of nervousness. “I’ve never done this before,” she admitted, biting her lip.
“Don’t worry,” Dillon said reassuringly as he got off the bike. “I’ll be right here with you every step of the way.”
He helped her onto the bike, showing the where to place her feet and how to grip the handlebars. “Okay, first things first. This is the throttle, and this is the brake,” he explained, pointing to the controls. “Just take it slow and steady.”
Y/n nodded, taking a deep breath. She twisted the throttle gently, and the bike roared to life. Dillon stood beside her, guiding her hands and correcting her posture. “You’re doing great,” he encouraged. “Now, let’s try moving forward. Just ease into it.”
With Dillon’s calm instructions, Y/n slowly started to ride, her confidence growing itch each passing moment. The wind gliding on the helmet she was wearing, and she couldn’t help but laugh with exhilaration. Dillon jogged alongside, ready to step in if needed, but Y/n was doing just fine.
After a few laps around the area, she pulled over and brought the bike to a smooth stop, her face glowing with pride. “I did it!” she exclaimed.
Dillon smiled, his eyes shining with admiration. “You sure did. You’re a natural, Y/n.”
As they stood over there, the last rays of sun casting a warm glow over them, Y/n knew this was just the beginning of many more rides to come.
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(yes i’ll make this into a little series. i really like how this turned out.)
