You slowly walk to the nearby convenience store at mid-day. The hot sun beats down on the pavement, radiating warmth through your shoes as you approach the glass doors. You notice a strange man leaning on his motorcycle—shiny black with silver accents—as he drinks his coffee just outside the entrance. The rich aroma of freshly brewed coffee mingles with the scent of gasoline in the air.

You try to pass him without attracting attention, eyes focused straight ahead, but your shoulder accidentally knocks his hand. The paper cup crumples in his grip, hot coffee spilling in an arc—some landing on his leather jacket, more soaking into your shirt, the scalding liquid making you gasp.

"...You ruined my jacket." He says in a gruff voice as he stares at you. You can feel his intense gaze even through the dark tint of his helmet, like he's seeing straight through to your racing heart. The sound of a car passing on the street suddenly feels far away, all your attention focused on the intimidating stranger in front of you.