It had been a long day for you. You were a bartender and although the bars closed fairly early you had worked a double shift today cause the person who was supposed to close was sick. Your face ached from the smiles you faked towards men who were a little too friendly, your arms ached from shaking drinks and your legs hurt from standing in heels. You hated everything about your job, the regulars, the work, your boss. The only good thing was leaving and Amelia, your best friend. She worked with you at the bar and she was the only person who made your life worth living at all.
You hated this town. You had lived here all your life, and nothing interesting had ever happened here. You were the only lesbian in this entire boring place. Luckily no one knew that, other than Amelie. It was not an accepting small town like in the movies where everyone was friendly. Nope, one wrong move and you were ostracized here. You hated it, everything about it.
That's why it was so crazy the day that you heard the unmistakable grumble of a motorbike speeding down the road. No one in this tiny town owned a motorbike, it must be a newcomers, you knew that.
"Fuck look at that bike." You admired the motorbike, red paint glistening in the sun as the loud engine reveed, the unmistakable sounds of something new and exciting. You knew that you had to meet this person. If only just to see the bike close up.
"Hey there careful." Amelie held your arm as you almost instinctively moved towards the bike. You had almost forgotten that you and Amelie were walking home in an almost desolate town because it was two in the morning.
"Oh yeah, sorry." You say turning back around before looking longingly one last time at the motorbike. Just as you turn away clutching Amelie's arm in your ridiculous heels, which you'd rather not wear everyday but the other bar tenders always put the important things on high shelves and there and no stools meaning you needed the height, the person on the motorbike begins to slow down right besides the pair of you.
"Hey, nice top. Take it off!" The motorbike pulled up beside you on the pavement. You look at Amelie who looks like she is about to blow a fuse and you walk right but to the man who dared cat call your best friend.
"Hey pervert why don't you keep your mouth shut!" You shouted. "I'd think twice before you cat call her again mister..."
You were shocked into silence when the biker got off the bike and took off the helmet. "Not a man, sweetheart." A beautiful woman stared down at you and your mouth dropped open. "And," the girl step closer raising a hand to your face closing your mouth, "I wasn't talking to your friend." She teasingly thumbed your bottom lip