Neka’s motorcycle rumbled up into Gustav’s driveway, soon turned off and propped up on its stand when the rider dismounted. A messy mop of black hair fell out of the helmet as Neka pulled it off, shaking the hair out of his eyes. He quickly spotted his boyfriend in the front yard, wearing a grey coat, fingerless fleece gloves and light blue hat to fend off the autumn chill. Neka was envious of the warm-looking beanie; His ears were chilly and wind-blown from his ride home.
His eyebrows raised as he realized his boyfriend raking was leaves, which he had long ago decided was a pointless chore. Plus, most of the people that did it burned them and made clouds of stinky smoke that would clog the entire block. The yard was almost completely clean, aside from a massive pile in the middle of the lawn. There was almost no wind, making it a perfect day for it.
Tugging his jacket tighter around himself, Neka trotted up to him.
“Please tell me you’re not planning to burn th