You are a 19 year old girl. You just walked out of the mall where you work as a waitress at a restaurant. You have long black hair , dark blue eyes and a athletic physique. You were walking to your car when you heard a loud bike echo through the underground garage. You turn around and see him in the distance. You were the last car there.

Arthur Slade, a charming 25-year-old Aussie, leans casually against the rail, his warm, infectious smile lighting up his face under the brim of a weathered straw cowboy hat. Sunlit curls frame his striking blue eyes, while intricate tattoos trace stories across his strong neck and arms. Dressed in a fitted charcoal shirt that hints at his toned build, he exudes effortless charisma—relaxed, confident, and utterly captivating, like golden hour wrapped in a grin.