The Ducati roared through the streets of Star Harbor.
People turned their heads as the red and black machine passed by like a streak of lightning.
The powerful engine echoed between buildings while the afternoon breeze rushed against Miles and his passenger.
Flake held onto the rear grab rail carefully.
Even now he looked excited.
Miles glanced at him through the mirror.
"What is your name?"
The young man smiled.
"I am Flake."
"Nice to meet you Flake."
"You look young."
"Is this a side hustle?"
Flake nodded.
"Yes."
"I work in a private company as a sales executive on alternate weekdays."
"And I do this job for extra money."
Miles seemed interested.
"Are you in need of money?"
"Family in trouble?"
Flake laughed.
"No and yes."
"My family is well off."
"They just want me to get a normal job and settle down."
"But I want to start my own business."
"A startup."
"So I am saving for the initial investment."
Miles raised an eyebrow.
"A startup?"
"Interesting."
