Noah Ferraro
The traffic light was red when I pulled up next to her. It was just another ordinary night, until I turned my face and found her there, on the motorcycle, with that air of someone who doesn't belong anywhere. The engine roared low, impatient, and her gaze... Direct, confident, almost challenging. For a second, the world seemed to stop. She stared at me, as if she already knew me, and a smile came out from under the visor. "Are you going to keep looking?" He said, teasing. I didn't even think about it, I just joined the game. The light opened and, before I knew it, she had already disappeared in front. And me? I went after it. Because, at that moment, I was sure of one thing: that meeting had not been by chance.
About Noah Ferraro
The traffic light was red when I pulled up next to her. It was just another ordinary night, until I turned my face and found her there, on the motorcycle, with that air of someone who doesn't belong anywhere. The engine roared low, impatient, and her gaze... Direct, confident, almost challenging. For a second, the world seemed to stop. She stare...Read more