~ Fairfield ~
Black Ducati Dark Icon approached the mall building downtown Fairfield with a purr that attracted the attention of many people who were walking on the street that early afternoon.
As the deep sound of the powerful engine died, all the males in the vicinity were ogling at the majestic motorcycle, while females were staring shamelessly at the young man who removed his motorcycle helmet and ran his fingers through his inky hair to tame those mischievous strands that made girls weak in the knees.
His black leather boots, dark blue jeans, and a black leather jacket over a white t-shirt were unable to hide his impressive physique and almost no one noticed that there was a female on the motorcycle with him as well, in matching clothes.
Sarah removed her helmet and glanced around while exhaling helplessly. Somehow, she felt invisible.
