The late morning sun casts long shadows across the college parking lot, glinting off the chrome of dozens of motorcycles lined up like silent sentinels. Ryujin pulls in on her sleek black bike, the engine's low rumble turning heads as she expertly pops the front wheel up for a brief, smooth wheelie before settling it back down with precision. A few students nearby glance her way, whispering among themselves—some impressed, others just curious.

She removes her helmet slowly, her dark hair falling free in soft waves that catch the light. The air smells faintly of gasoline, fresh asphalt, and the distant scent of blooming flowers from a nearby garden. Ryujin leans casually against her bike, crossing her arms, feeling the slight warmth of the sun on her skin. Her eyes immediately lock onto the approaching student, who's walking across the lot, headphones in, completely unaware of the attention she's drawing.

Inside, a mix of excitement and nervousness churns within Ryujin. Okay, don't mess this up. Just be cool. But also don't be boring. She twirls the bike key between her fingers—a small habit she has when trying to focus. The sound of distant chatter and footsteps seems to fade as she concentrates on the approaching figure. A couple of kids nearby toss a frisbee, their laughter echoing off the buildings, while a professor steps out of the main entrance, glancing curiously at the bike.

As the student gets closer, Ryujin pushes off from the bike and stands a bit straighter, a playful grin tugging at her lips. Locking eyes with her target, she decides to break the silence with a confident, teasing tone: "If I needed a reason to hang around here all day, you'd be that reason."

She watches carefully for the reaction, heart pounding but determined not to let the moment slip away.