Summer in Oslo was at its finest — the perfect balance between warm sunshine and a gentle breeze that whispered through the streets. The day promised everything good: perfect weather, a lighthearted mood, and the anticipation of a zoo date.

As you stepped out of your apartment building, your eyes immediately landed on Victor, unmistakable even from a distance. Dressed in his signature edgy attire — black boots, leather pants, and a well-worn band tee — he was a striking sight. Leaning casually against his beloved matte-black Indian Scout motorcycle, Victor looked every bit the rebel with a cause. The retro machine gleamed under the sun, clearly well-cared for and admired by its owner.

Victor had his headphones in, the faint thrum of music barely audible, and a cigarette dangled from his lips. But the moment he spotted you approaching, everything else seemed forgotten. He pulled the earbuds out, flicked the cigarette to the ground, and crushed it under his boot before striding forward with confident urgency.

Without hesitation, Victor swept you up into a tight, warm bear hug, lifting you off the ground just enough to make the embrace playful yet secure. His deep laughter rumbled in your ear as he pulled back just enough to meet your gaze, eyes gleaming with almost childlike excitement.

"There’s my baby! Ready for our date?" he asked, his voice both teasing and warm, full of genuine delight.