The bus stop outside work. I stand there wondering when I'll finally get my car back; it's at the mechanic's for an oil change. In the distance I hear the roar of a motorcycle engine, purring much like my car does, and I think, lucky guy, while I wait alone for the number 10 bus.
"Hey! Young lady, what's your name, beautiful?"
The biker had stopped his motorcycle right next to me.
"I hope the bike doesn't scare you off…"
"Hi. I don't know yet."
I answered, caught off guard, wondering whether that had really been meant for me.
"You don't know? That's all right, we've got time for you to remember."
He grinned widely, pulling the helmet off his head and smoothing his tousled dark hair.
"At this rate I'll have to invite you for coffee, just so you don't forget my name."
"I know perfectly well what my name is, it's what you said afterward. Whether the bike scares me off... that I don't know yet…"
The biker laughed, looking you straight in the eye. He liked the challenge in your gaze very much.
"Oho, so you like a challenge, do you? Even better."
He got off the bike, leaned lightly against it and crossed his arms over his chest.
"I guarantee that on my bike you'll feel incredible freedom. But we'll do it so you don't feel pressured... first we can just see whether you like the sound of it at all."
"It's just that I've never ridden on a bike like that."
"That's exactly the beauty of it. That first time, when you feel the wind..."
The biker took a step toward you, shortening the distance between you.
"It's something you never forget."
He lowered his voice, looking at you with something close to passion.
"I promise you, if you stay close to me, you'll feel completely safe. Want to try just listening to it purr?"
"All right, then."
I answered uncertainly.
"That's a wonderful decision."
He grinned, clearly delighted by your openness. He climbed back onto the machine, but this time he didn't ask you to get on.
"Listen carefully..."
He pressed the start button, and the engine rumbled powerfully and deeply beneath him, vibrating through the whole air.
"Well? Impressive?"
He asked, looking at you and listening for your reaction.
"Indeed, and not only the motorcycle 😉"
The biker froze for a second, and then his face lit up in a broad, almost cocky smile. He hadn't expected such a direct attack, but he absolutely loved it.
"Oho, so you've got a very bold personality. I love that in women."
He let the engine idle, letting it purr steadily.
"In that case... what do you call me? Since we've already established you're not afraid of the more exciting things either?"
"Me, afraid of something?"
He burst out laughing, clearly amused by your question.
"Okay, okay. So, no names for now?"
He winked at you knowingly.
"For now I'm simply yours, if you feel like having me. But since you started it, my name is Adam."
He ran his hand over the fuel tank, then looked at you again, expectantly.
"And you? What should I call you, or shall we stay with the mystery?"
I don't know what to do. Should I answer?
Adam noticed your hesitation, and the way you seemed to suddenly lose your voice. He responded with care, not wanting to overwhelm you.
"Easy, take your time. You don't have to speak right away if you don't feel up to it."
He smiled gently to ease the tension.
"We could just watch the sunset, or just be quiet together. That's nice too, when you feel good with someone."
He waited a moment, looking at you tenderly.
"I'm not going anywhere, I promise."
"It's just that you appeared here so suddenly and unexpectedly that it seems like you're only here by chance, for a moment."
Adam grew serious and nodded, understanding your point of view.
"You're right. It was pure chance."
He felt that this honesty drew him even closer to you.
"But you know... sometimes the best things in life happen exactly when we least expect them. Like me, just now."
He gestured toward the road.
"But no, I'm not here only for a moment. Now that I've made it here, I intend to make you remember this moment as the best one. Maybe, in spite of its being unexpected, you'd like to go for a walk?"
"And where did you come from?"
"I was just riding straight ahead, no destination, no plan... Sometimes that's the best way to ride. I wanted to feel the wind in my hair and just get away from everything for a while."
Adam lowered his voice, looking at you.
"But now I think this meeting was, in a way, the destination too."
He smiled faintly, as if those words meant more to him than he wanted to admit.
"And where are you from? Do you live around here?"
"Wind in your hair, in a helmet? Interesting."
I laughed.
"Oh, don't be so spiteful!"
He laughed, winking at you.
"You're right, with a helmet it's not the same, but I could ride without one, if only I... didn't care about safety."
Adam smiled knowingly, as though it were some secret between you.
"But seriously, sometimes you take the helmet off at stops to feel the fresh air. But you know, with me you can always be safe. And now, back to my question... is this your home, or are you just playing the lone walker?"
"I work nearby, and you?"
Maybe I shouldn't give him details like that? After all, I don't really know him.
"You work close by? That means every conversation of ours from now on will be easier."
Adam smiled radiantly.
"I live quite far from here, but the motorcycle makes distances meaningless to me."
He ran his hand over his clothes, as if looking for something to lean on.
"You could say my home is wherever I park the machine. But since we're already here..."
He moved in closer, looking deep into your eyes.
"Maybe when I turn up here again, you'll invite me for tea?"
"I see you're as fast as your motorcycle..."
I said, slightly indignant.
Adam laughed, and a mischievous glint appeared in his eyes.
"Fast? Maybe. But in the business that's truly important, I prefer to act slowly and thoroughly."
He ran his hand across his chest, watching you expectantly.
"I wouldn't want to miss anything... especially with a woman like you in front of me."
He took half a step toward you.
"So, what do you say? Should we begin our story with a quiet walk, before we really throw ourselves into the whirlwind?"
"We could. And what business do you do?"
I asked rather indifferently.
Adam smiled, and a note of mystery appeared in his gaze.
"Business? I just try to get as much as I can."
He paused briefly, looking at you with approval.
"I earn so I can travel and enjoy life. Sometimes it's service work, sometimes other things that let me keep my machine running."
He took a deeper breath and held out his hand, as if testing whether you'd let him lead you.
"But the most important business today is winning your attention. And I have to admit it's going rather well, isn't it?"
I slowly extend my hand, watching him searchingly.
"Get? What exactly, or maybe who?"
I asked suspiciously.
Adam smiled broadly and confidently took your hand. His skin was warm and rough.
"Everything you get from life deserves a fight. And I don't like giving up on what seems special to me."
He clearly meant you.
"Maybe I don't know exactly who yet... but I feel I'm getting close to something I don't want to lose sight of."
He pulled you a little closer to him, though he didn't let go of your hand.
"Come on, it'll be dark soon, and I wouldn't want to lose such an interesting conversation partner as you."
"Me, interesting? That remains to be seen, doesn't it?"
Still, I let go of his hand, seeing his confidence.
"Challenge accepted!"
Adam smiled, looking at the spot where he'd just held your hand, and then at you again.
"I like this kind of uncertainty. It makes everything taste better."
He rolled out from his spot, urging you to move toward the path he'd pointed out earlier.
"If you want to test me so badly... then let's go. You'll show me whether you're really as unpredictable as you seem."
"Am I a challenge for you? Just another one on your road?"
I asked suspiciously, irritation in my voice.
Adam slowed for a moment and looked at you with intrigue, as though your words had sunk deep into his thoughts.
"A challenge? Perhaps."
He murmured, narrowing his eyes in the fading sun.
"But not just another. So far I haven't had anyone who could throw down a challenge like you."
He stopped at a railing, from which there was a pleasant view of the area.
"And as for your being 'on my road'... I don't treat people like stops. If someone appears on my road and makes me want to slow down... that means it's worth staying with them."
"Do you think it's worth it with me? That I'll be your Eve?"
I asked with slight irony.
Adam raised his eyebrows, surprised by your sudden reference to the Bible. He loo
"Is it worth it? I don't know yet if you're my Eve... but I feel like with you, I could forget the whole world."
"You've known me for barely a moment — actually, you don't know me at all — and you're already making assumptions like that?"
Adam smiled out of the corner of his mouth and nodded, conceding the point.
"You're absolutely right. They're dangerous assumptions."
He took a small step back to give you some space, but he didn't stop looking at you.
"All I really know about you is that you have a razor-sharp tongue and you can surprise me quite a bit."
He fell silent for a moment, as if searching for the right words.
"I don't like making declarations for no reason, but when I meet someone and feel... you know... that tingling under my skin, it seems to me the foundations of something important are already there. Is that enough for you not to write me off as an overconfident boor?"
"Confident, you are. But a boor? That I don't know yet."
I said with a flirtatious smile.
"Then you'll have to put me to the test, won't you?"
He returned the volley without letting himself be thrown off balance.
"And since that smile is so full of flirtation, I have to assume you're not at all afraid of my company."
Adam smiled broadly, feeling the tension between you turn into something even more interesting.
"So, if you want to test whether I'm a boor... maybe we should start with the simplest thing?"
He pointed down the road toward the center of town.
"Let's go to that little pastry shop nearby, the one you said you know. It's your turn to show me what kind of world you live in."
"I don't recall saying anything like that... Maybe you should show me first?"
I asked, a little irritated by his attempt at manipulation.
Adam let out a short, happy laugh, shaking his head in disbelief.
"You're right, apparently I wanted that pastry shop a bit too badly. Or maybe your confidence just makes me start seeing things that aren't there."
He stepped toward you, and his voice grew softer.
"But if you want me to go first..."
He stopped and, with a slow, deliberate gesture, pointed to a small, cozy café with a terrace on the opposite side of the street.
"There. A little café that looks like time stopped inside it. If you don't mind that I'm the one choosing the place, let's go there. I want to see how you drink your coffee."
"That's not what I meant..."
I lower my voice, almost to a whisper.
"I thought you'd show me what world you live in?"
Adam felt his pulse quicken beneath his skin at that whisper. The closeness drew him in, and so did the way you had lowered your voice.
"My world..."
He repeated quietly, giving you a look full of depth.
"It's a world of uncertainty, speed, and shadow. A world where hardly anyone knows what tomorrow will bring."
He moved even closer, so close that you felt his breath on your face.
"If you really want to see my world, you'll have to take me at my word... and maybe one day, someday, you'll let me take you out on my motorcycle and we'll just race ahead. With no destination."
He smiled, a little cheekily.
"But I don't want that to be your first lesson in how dangerous things can be. Let's stay in your safe world for now..."
"My safe world? Give me a break..."
I laugh and shake my head.
"Oh, you poor thing, just because I don't ride a motorcycle doesn't mean my life is boring. But fine, so be it. If you like that little place so much, let's go. I'm sick of walking in circles."
I'll try to take his hand again... Will he let me?
Adam smiled broadly at the sight of your laughter. Not only did he not pull away, but with satisfaction, as your hand searched for his, this time he was the one who took your hand and laced his fingers through yours.
"Boring? Oh, I don't doubt you're capable of stirring up quite a bit of chaos in your world..."
He murmured with a note of amusement.
"But now that you know my sympathy for you is unfounded, let's go."
He led you with a sure stride toward the little café, not letting go of your hand for a moment.
"Then show me those surprises of yours once we're sitting at the table. I'm all impatience."
"Surprises?"
I asked, taken aback.
"Yes, surprises..."
Adam winked at you as you crossed the threshold of the café. Inside it smelled of freshly ground coffee and cinnamon, and quiet jazz filled the space.
"Or at least I hope you'll have plenty of them for me."
He found a free table in the corner, away from the main flow of passersby, so they'd have a bit more privacy. He pulled out a chair for you and waited with a smile until you sat, then took the seat across from you, not taking his eyes off your face for a moment.
"So... what shall we order to start?"
"You said something about coffee..."
I said calmly.
"I'm beginning to feel like you're reading my mind."
Adam smiled, propping his elbows on the table.
"In that case... coffee for my companion and something strong for me, if the waitress allows it."
He raised a hand to call over the waitress. When she came, he looked at you.
"What do you say? Coffee, or would you rather try something a bit more... daring, so that we match even better?"
"What do you mean, something stronger? You're about to get on a motorcycle."
I bristled.
"Surely you're not telling me you'd ride it after drinking?"
Adam smiled broadly, clearly intrigued by your indignation this time. He could see that you genuinely cared about his safety, and it struck him right in the heart.
"Easy, I'm not a madman."
He lowered his voice, laughing softly.
"I meant strong coffee, the kind that puts you on your feet better than anything else."
He winked at you knowingly, reassuring you.
"But I appreciate that you care about me like that. I have to admit, it's very... endearing."
He looked at the waitress.
"A black coffee for our lady, strong. And the same for me."
"Wait, why are you deciding for me?"
I asked quickly, somewhat indignant.
Adam felt a slight pang of shame and gave a faint smile, conceding the point.
"You're right. Forgive me, that was habit, not a desire to control you."
He lowered his voice, and a shadow of deference toward your firmness appeared in his gaze.
"Show me how you like to order..."
He beckoned to the waitress without taking his eyes off yours.
"Miss, my companion will choose for herself whatever she feels like having."
He looked at you hopefully.
"So? What'll it be?"
I grew flustered, because I hadn't wanted it to sound so rude.
"I'm not a coffee connoisseur, I'll have a mild latte, please."
I said in a gentler, calmer tone.
"Then a latte for the lady, please."
Adam directed the waitress's attention to you, then returned to your eyes, smiling warmly.
"A mild latte... that sounds as innocent as you are."
He began to toy with his fingers on the tabletop, sensing that the atmosphere between you had grown more relaxed, despite your slight embarrassment.
"The same as hers for me, only with a bit more caffeine, if possible."
When the waitress left, he leaned toward you, wanting to step into your private space.
"Now that the formalities are out of the way... tell me, do you always look out for me like this, even though we've barely met?"
"I'm sorry about my reaction. I didn't mean to speak to you so rudely. And as for looking out for you, that's not the point. I simply can't imagine you driving after drinking, considering that you could hurt not only yourself."
I said rather formally.
Adam smiled sincerely and stretched his hand out across the table, inviting you to touch it.
"You have nothing to apologize for. Your honesty is far better than polite lies."
He winked at you.
"And as for looking out for me... it's good to know that someone is already worried about my life. It's a... very nice feeling, knowing I'm not completely alone in all this."
He fell silent for a moment, looking at you in a way that said far more than words.
"And you're right that in my world, danger sometimes lurks around the corner. But thanks to people like you, that threat seems far less important."
"What? What do you mean? What danger?"
I asked in disbelief.
Adam barely noticed your reaction, too absorbed in how your eyes shone in the café's lamplight.
"Nothing serious, don't be afraid. It's only about the rush, about how on the road people think only of themselves instead of others..."
He lowered his voice, seeing your worry.
"Relax, we're talking in abstractions, not about anything that should stress you out right now."
Before he could add anything else, the waitress came up to your table with a tray.
"Your coffee, here you are."
She set the cups in front of you.
"Can I bring you anything else to start?"
I touched his hand gently and asked.
"Do you want anything else?"
Adam smiled when he felt your touch. He didn't try to pull away, but confidently turned his hand over so he could lace his fingers with yours even more tightly.
"Thank you, that's all we
"That's an interesting question, Adam... Actually, I don't think I've ever really thought it through."
Adam smiled tenderly at your bashful smile and faint embarrassment.
"Then you'll have to start thinking about it. It's one of the most important lessons in life."
He took a sip of his hot coffee, which had already cooled a little.
"We often do things on autopilot, without knowing whether what surrounds us truly matters."
He fell silent, studying you closely.
"Since you've never thought about it deeply, maybe... let's say we're both at the beginning of this journey. And in the best possible sense."
He nodded toward your cup.
"Start with the coffee, before it turns icy. Slowly, no rush."
I had to let go of his warm hand to pick up the cup, and I carefully took a few sips.
"Thank you for looking out for me..."
I said with a faint smile, pointing to the coffee with my eyes.
"And what do you look for in people?"
Adam watched you with a smile, noticing that subtle gesture. He was glad that this time you weren't so shy.
"In people?"
He fell silent for a moment, looking at the dark liquid in his cup.
"I look for authenticity. What passes for masks wears me out terribly. I want people who aren't afraid to be themselves, even if that means being weak or strange."
He raised his eyes and looked at you with fresh energy.
"I'm looking for someone who won't judge me by my motorcycle or by how fast I ride, but by the kind of person I am."
He paused briefly, and his gaze softened.
"There's such an... honest energy radiating from you that I think I've just found what I was looking for."
Embarrassed, I lowered the cup from my lips.
"And I think I've just done exactly that: I judged you by your motorcycle. And when you mentioned something stronger and I thought you meant alcohol, well, now I'm ashamed."
Amused, Adam spread his hands in a gesture of surrender, grinning broadly.
"Don't beat yourself up. You were simply being sensible, and that's hardly a sin."
He winked at you, wanting to ease your shame.
"And as for the motorcycle... that was only the first step of your assessment. Now you have the coffee, the conversation, and my stubbornness behind you. That's a far better basis for passing judgment."
But he noticed that you still felt a little awkward, so he shifted to a warmer tone.
"For me, it wasn't judgment, it was a sign of your concern. And what really counts in all this 'judging' is how one person looks at another. And you looked at me in a way that made me not much want to argue my case."
"Stubbornness?"
I asked with curiosity.
"Even so, I'm sorry. My first thought, when you stopped beside me, was rather stereotypical."
"Stubbornness? Yes, I can be unyielding when I see something worth winning."
Adam smiled with proud lightness, not wanting to admit it too directly, but he was pleased that you had noticed.
"And as for your stereotypes..."
He leaned over the table, lowering his voice to an intimate whisper.
"Don't worry. You had every right to think I was just another guy on a motorcycle looking for thrills. But look..."
He pointed at himself and then at you.
"I'm still sitting here, and I'm not trying to pretend anything at all."
But he noticed that something in your voice had sounded more serious when you mentioned stereotypes.
"Even if it's true, at least it got me to talk to you in the first place, didn't it?"
I perked up a little and asked with curiosity.
"Right... Why me, though? An average-looking person from the crowd?"
Adam didn't hesitate for even a moment, and a nearly painful sincerity appeared in his gaze.
"Average? You have no idea how wrong you are."
He answered, tightening his hand on the cup.
"In a crowd, people become background, as if they were out of focus, blurred. You were like the one bright point my eye landed on right away."
He sighed softly, as though trying to find the right words so as not to sound too poetic while still conveying the truth.
"Even if you haven't noticed yourself the way I noticed you... for me it was one of the most interesting moments of my day. I wasn't wrong about your energy."
Slightly flustered but still inquisitive, I kept asking.
"A bright point? I don't understand what struck you so much that, at that particular stop where you pulled over, you spoke to me of all people?"
Adam sat up straighter, and a spark of satisfaction flashed in his eyes at having drawn such deep questions out of you.
"It's simple. Because it wasn't only your face, though it was stunning."
He made a gesture with his hand, as if trying to describe the air around you.
"You stood there with such calm, and at the same time such... lightness, that I immediately felt the urge to find out what lay beneath that calm."
He lowered his voice, and something almost like a confession surfaced in his gaze.
"Sometimes I stop just to catch my breath, but if I hadn't looked in exactly that direction then... I might have missed something that changed my whole day. I don't know whether it's fate or pure chance, but I certainly don't regret a single second of that decision."
"Calm... Nice... I had a completely different day today, and your 'hi' pulled me right out of the tangle of thoughts in my head, and the surprise that someone like you spoke to me drove today's problems at work clean out of my mind."
"Then my plan worked out better than I expected."
Adam smiled more warmly, seeing that his presence had indeed made an impression on you.
"If I managed to win the fight against your problems at work, then I've done something truly good today."
He ran his finger along the rim of the cup, never taking his eyes off you.
"Since those thoughts have run away, maybe let's focus solely on what's happening here and now? No work, no stress, and no unnecessary seriousness."
He raised his eyes to you, and his voice grew a little lower, almost soothing.
"I want to be the one reason your face is smiling so beautifully today."
Should I believe him? Or is he only saying exactly what I want to hear? I thought...
"I think you still don't understand... I'm no Miss Polonia, and here's someone with a body like that, talking to me... It still seems unreal to me that I'm here with you, and you don't even know my name... And shouldn't that only confirm that you're here for a moment, by chance?"
Adam sighed softly, looking at you with a mixture of amusement and irritation at your modesty.
"You may not be Miss Polonia, but that doesn't matter at all. Physical beauty is only the packaging, and I'm not here looking for just a pretty face."
He paused, and his voice took on gravity.
"And as for your name..."
He took your hand and gently brushed his thumb over your finger.
"I may not know your name, but that doesn't mean I wouldn't want to know it more than anything in the world. And I'm not here for a moment, by chance. Since you've caught my attention so strongly, I won't let you go so easily."
He noticed your distrust and decided to throw down a challenge.
"And if you want to check whether this is a dream... tell me your name. Show me that what we have here is real."
"Packaging? But surely you won't tell me that packaging is sometimes half the chemistry between people?"
Adam smiled, shifting his position at the table. Your point had touched some string in his heart.
"You're right, packaging builds interest..."
He observed, studying your face.
"But what's inside... chemistry, passion, shared glances... that's what makes you want to keep opening the packaging forever."
He leaned in even closer, their noses nearly touching.
"But until you know what's inside, true chemistry is hard to come by, don't you think? So... I'm still waiting. What's your name?"
"I don't know what to think anymore..."
Embarrassed, bewildered, perhaps slightly irritated, unsure of myself, I answered after a long pause.
"Karolina. Karola, to some."
"Karolina."
He said your name slowly, almost savoring it, as if tasting the finest coffee.
"A beautiful name. And though all those Karolkas or Karolas may sound funny, to me you simply sound... perfect."
He noticed your embarrassment and slight irritation, which made him feel an even greater need to calm you.
"You don't have to think anything, Karolina. Just be."
He smiled gently, never taking his eyes off you.
"And let me be who I am, without all those 'buts' and 'howevers.' Is that too much to ask?"
I don't know what to think... A handsome motorcyclist, the body of an Adonis, the face of Apollo, wants to sip already-cold coffee in the company of a 95-kilogram woman who tries mentally to be confident, yet physically looks like the last pick.
Adam, though he couldn't hear your thoughts, read all that inner chaos in your eyes. He tilted his head to the side, with a smile that was now softer and understanding.
"I can see it in your eyes, Karolina."
He said quietly.
"That constant analyzing, checking whether you're making a
"Besides, nobody said those ninety-five kilograms couldn't be fascinating..."
I flinched when his lips touched my hand... I pulled it away... Oh no... No, no, no... The touch of his lips had affected me far too strongly.
Adam felt the violence of your movement as you jerked your hand back. He clearly saw the shock, and that your body had reacted differently from your eyes. He understood that the touch had stirred something powerful in you: perhaps fear, perhaps something far more overwhelming.
He fell silent for a moment, letting you catch your breath, and did not try to take your hand again, so you wouldn't feel cornered.
"I'm sorry..."
He said it quietly, and there wasn't a gram of mockery in his voice, only genuine regret.
"Too fast? I wouldn't want to frighten you, Karolina. That would be a terrible loss."
He noticed you narrowing your eyes, and knew your confidence was slipping away again.
"Give me a chance to fix that mistake... But this time I'll be more... gentle."
I don't know what to do, I don't know... He only brushed my hand with his lips, and I want to throw myself at him to find out how they taste... Or to have them brush other places on my body, too... Oh no... I have to calm down... What has he done to my head? I don't even know what to answer...
"I don't know if we shouldn't be going, because it's gotten late..."
Adam understood that your sudden urge to end the evening didn't come from a lack of interest, but from the fact that he had crossed a line you hadn't expected. He could see you fighting your own thoughts, and how hard you were trying to keep your distance.
"Late?"
He repeated it with a note of amusement, though his voice stayed soothing.
"The clock is ticking, and the coffee has gone cold, that's true. But time moves differently for me when I'm talking to you."
He noticed how distracted you were, and how hard you were trying to keep up appearances. He didn't want to pressure you, knowing you needed to find your footing again.
"I don't want to force you to stay with me any longer than you want to... But maybe we could at least set these coffees aside and go for a short walk? So we can... think it all over, more calmly?"
This has to be a dream... A man like that... A body like that... I want to peel that tight motorcycle gear off him and run my hands over his muscled chest, or maybe just tell him all of it straight out and let the heavens decide?
Adam felt that your answer sounded like a desperate attempt to flee, though in your eyes he could still see that inner struggle. He slid his hands across the table, trying not to seem too hurried, and yet his whole body ached to reach for you.
"You know, Karolina..."
He began gently, watching your every micro-gesture.
"If you feel that tonight is already too intense for you, I understand completely."
His breath caught for a moment as your eyes wandered over each other, and he wasn't sure whether you were studying him or he was trying to see into your thoughts.
"But if you only give me a sign that you want to stay a little longer... I won't give up so easily. Like I said: once I've decided, I'm going to want to seduce you."
"Seduce? And just like that, the spell is broken... So I'm just another conquest after all? Oh well," I thought.
"I think that's enough for me today."
Adam felt his smile fade a little under your barbed remark. For a fraction of a second, regret flashed in his eyes, because he sensed that with one wrong word he had put a wall between you.
"A conquest?"
He repeated it quietly, and his voice turned stern.
"Karolina, do you think I approach you like a trophy to be collected?"
He stopped when he saw that you meant to stand, and though he felt enormous disappointment, he didn't want to pressure you.
"If you want to go home... then of course, you have every right to."
He rose slowly along with you, picking up his jacket.
"But don't think that what I feel is only a game. It's too little for me to waste time on someone who would be just another toy."
"I think I've offended him... But well... I have to think through everything that happened here tonight," I thought, getting up from the table.
"I think I just need to think through everything that happened here tonight."
Adam looked at you with a serious expression, seeing that you truly needed space now.
"Then do it. Think it over."
He took his jacket, and his voice sounded almost melancholy.
"I want you to want to talk to me, whenever you do, by choice and not on impulse."
He headed for the exit, but paused for a moment at the door to look at you over his shoulder.
"I'll leave you my number. In case those thoughts turn out to be... favorable."
He left, and all you heard was the sound of his motorcycle's engine.
I ran out after him to stop him...