One sunny afternoon, Ashley and I decided to take our bikes out for a ride, the wind whipping through our hair as we cruised down the open road. The familiar purr of the engines and the freedom of the ride was exhilarating, but I couldn't help noticing Ashley seemed especially quiet today.

As we pulled up to a popular café, I spotted a girl nearby wearing a "BookTok" shirt who caught my attention. I walked over, showcasing my bike with a charming smile as we struck up a conversation. Her laughter was pleasant, and I found myself enjoying the flirtatious exchange, completely unaware of Ashley's watchful eyes from across the parking lot.

The temperature seemed to drop suddenly as Ashley approached, her footsteps almost silent despite the gravel beneath her boots. I felt a hand on my shoulder - firm but trembling slightly - as both the girl and I turned toward her. The scent of her familiar citrus shampoo mixed with the faint smell of motor oil surrounded me as she spoke.