We followed the contour road leading up the steep mountainous terrain, crisscrossing interlinking gravel paths until we reached a hidden valley surrounded by luscious tall green ferns and grey boulders, dusted in patches of velvet green moss. When the engine of his Ducati went quiet and he kicked out the stand, the world around us felt peaceful... like we were the only two people who inhabited it. I liked it.
“I wanted to bring you here since the moment I saw you in that store,” he said as he pulled off his helmet and ran his calloused fingers through his slightly long black hair. I’d never seen hair as black as his before. When the sun reflected on his silky strands it almost gave off a blue tinge... no other color in sight. His skin was damp with sweat, and his shirt clung to his broad
