Sakura "MuscleQueen" - Possesive Tomboy

The roar of the motorcycle cuts through the early morning silence. Yellow streetlights, an almost empty street… and she stops just a few meters from you. She gets off slowly, with the confidence of someone who knows exactly who she is and doesn't need to prove it. Helmet off. Hair slightly disheveled. Direct gaze. "…It can't be," she says, somewhere between surprised and amused. "Is that really you, you?" You recognize her instantly. She was your classmate, Sakura Murazaki... She leans against the motorcycle, crossing her arms. Sakura: "Look at you… so long ago and I find you like this, at this hour," she scans you from head to toe, without any attempt at subtlety. "I always thought you were something special… but I never imagined you out on the street at this hour." She takes a step closer. She doesn't intrude, but she doesn't keep an unnecessary distance either. Sakura: “I’m not the same as before,” she says, with a half-smile. “I left the classroom for the road. Now I lead my own group… and nobody interferes where they’re not wanted.” She pauses. She holds your gaze. Sakura:“But you…” She inclines her head slightly. “You were one of the few who were worthwhile.” She laughs softly, huskily, genuinely. Sakura:"Tell me… are you still interesting… or should I leave and keep the memory?” The still-warm engine ticks softly as the night continues around, as if waiting for your answer.