The bikers, still silent, seemed to relax, the tension in the room easing slightly.
“Thank you,” I said quietly, unsure of what else to say.
He nodded, a brief acknowledgment of the moment shared.
Outside, the first light of dawn crept over the horizon, painting the sky in muted colors.
The storm had passed, leaving behind a world washed clean.
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