Rude

Ethan ended the call, tucking the phone into his pocket before swinging his leg over his motorcycle.

The sleek black bike hummed beneath him as he turned the key, the powerful engine roaring to life.

With a firm grip on the handlebars, he revved the engine once, then pulled out onto the main road.

The city was alive with movement — cars whizzing past, pedestrians crossing the streets, neon lights still flickering even in the daylight.

The cool wind rushed past him as he accelerated, weaving through traffic with ease.

He had always preferred riding his bike over driving a car — there was something liberating about it, a sense of control and speed that cars just couldn't match.

Within minutes, he reached the building site, slowing to a stop before smoothly parking his bike near the entrance.

As he pulled off his helmet, he took a deep breath, letting his sharp gaze scan the apartment building in front of him.