Based on true events. Names and places have been changed to protect the guilty.
It’s sunny outside. Early evening. I pull into the parking lot of my favorite sushi restaurant on my motorcycle. It’s recently repainted, very old school with the chrome and the leather and slick and black. I am of course in my tall black boots, jeans, white T-shirt, leather vest. I park the bike, shut it down, and get off. I call the restaurant to tell them I’m here for my pickup and they tell me I’m early and they’ll be out in about 10 minutes with my food, as has been their pattern due to the pandemic. I get up on the sidewalk and look around the lot, letting my legs stretch after the afternoon ride. The sun is setting and feels warm on my face.