Damian: (rolling the bike out of the slot) Let's test it now. Come on, hop on.
Ella: Fine. (she sits behind him, keeping some distance)
Damian: You know, with this much distance, I can assure you—you'll end up in the hospital by morning. (glances back at her)
Ella: I've got a good grip. I won't fall. Just drive. (holding the back of the bike firmly)
Damian: Fine.
(He revved the bike, giving it a sudden burst of acceleration. Ella, caught off guard, instinctively wrapped her arms tightly around Damian's waist, pressing against his back. His eyes widened in shock, realizing how close she suddenly was.)
(Ella quickly lets go of him and shifts back, embarrassed.)
Ella: I knew it—you don't even know how to ride!
Damian: I told you, you'll fall if you sit that far back. (he turns slightly toward her, meeting her eyes through the helmet visors)
Ella: Fine. (she shifts a little closer)
Damian: (turns forward again, his voice softer) Grab my shoulder now, okay?
Ella: I didn't do that intentionally! (embarrassed, defensive)
Damian: Okay, okay. Let's go. (he starts the bike; Ella grabs his shirt carefully, keeping her grip firm but avoiding too much contact)
On their way, they approach a red light and Damian stops the bike.
Ella: Come on, it's midnight. No one's around.
Damian: (pointing at the CCTV) I don't want any drama. And why rush?
Ella: The one driving at 80 is saying "why hurry?"—that's ironic though. (teasing)
Damian: If you want, I can ride so slow that the whole night passes. (turns toward her)
Ella: Look in front! It's almost yellow. (hits his helmet)
Damian: Why do you flutter when I look at you? Am I your favorite actor now? (almost ready to accelerate)
Ella: I don't flutter! And you're definitely not my favorite actor. (hesitating)
Damian: Loud and clear. But one day… (smiles, then starts racing with the wind again)
Ella: You said you'd ride slower now! (gripping tighter)
Damian: Slow is no fun. And fast gives me what slow never will. (in mind)
(Suddenly, Damian's eyes start to blank out. He slows the bike and pulls over.)
Ella: What's happening?
(He stops, removes his helmet, sweat dripping, breathing heavily, eyes losing focus.)
Damian: I… I don't know what's happening.
Ella: Damian? (concerned, gets off the bike)
(Damian holds his head, seeing a vision of a girl approaching, shouting "Alex.")
Damian: Why now? I'm not even asleep… (in mind)