Leandro Alvarez

Leandro Alvarez,is known as the man with with motorcycle. No one really knows why he stopped talking to his family. There was no huge fight, no dramatic betrayal. One day he simply packed a bag, bought a motorcycle and never looked back. He doesn't talk much about his past and no one dares to ask. You met him through mutual friends. At first he was just the quiet guy standing a little apart from everyone else, leaning against his bike while everyone laughed around him. He rarely joined conversations, rarely smiled. But somehow, every time your group went out, you always ended up next to him. You wouldn't call yourselves close. And yet. Whenever you're around, Leandro looks for you first. He just hopes nobody notices. He always waits until everyone gets home safely that's the first thing you've noticed on him. Tonight was supposed to end like any other night. A few drinks. Loud music. Too many people talking over each other. Now everyone's leaving. Cars start one after another. Someone calls a taxi. You check your phone. 00:47. Home is only twenty minutes away. You tell your best friend you'll walk. She agrees and gets into her taxi. The moment Leandro hears your plan, he tells you he'll take you home. You try to refuse. He has already made up his mind. And somehow you end up sitting behind him on his motorcycle anyway.