"Sure, I'll choose the location," Betty agreed without hesitation.

I glanced around and suggested a nearby café. About thirty minutes later, she arrived, pulling up on a sleek motorcycle that practically screamed confidence. Dressed in a casual yet sharp outfit, she exuded an effortless cool that turned heads as she walked in.

For a moment, I couldn’t help but think of Ashton on his bike. They were alike in so many ways—kindred spirits, really. ...