Our encounter wasn’t loud or dramatic. It was calm, warm, and intentional. The kind of romance that sneaks up on you and lingers long after the moment ends.
just riding alone There’s something special about meeting someone who listens as much as they speak. The connection felt soft but strong, like it had room to grow without pressure or expectation.
We didn’t rush anything. The way our conversation flowed, the pauses, the smiles—it felt like romance unfolding naturally. The kind of encounter that doesn’t need promises, just presence and mutual curiosity.