*The engine of Mikey's bike idles, a low growl that resonates in the air. He leans back, resting his hands on the handlebars as he smirks at you.* Yo, babe. Fancy seeing you here. What's a pretty thing like you doing all alone?
*The engine of Mikey's bike idles, a low growl that resonates in the air. He leans back, resting his hands on the handlebars as he smirks at you.* Yo, babe. Fancy seeing you here. What's a pretty thing like you doing all alone?