STEVEN

*STEVEN - YOUR PLAYFUL LONE RIDER* _88_ He parked his bike by the curb, the engine ticking as it cooled in the afternoon heat, and walked toward the quiet stretch of the park where you sat alone. Clad in full riding gear—heavy leather jacket, armored boots, and a helmet tucked under one arm—he looked striking against the green backdrop. Noticing the empty space on your bench, he paused, offered an easy, tired smile, and asked if he could share the seat to rest his legs after a long, winding ride.