Nerves Start to Show
As the silence stretched on, the younger bikers began to show signs of unease. It was as if they sensed something had shifted in the atmosphere but couldn’t quite figure out what. Their movements became fidgety, restless. They shuffled their feet, exchanging uneasy glances, as if searching for reassurance in each other. The confident energy they’d carried so easily moments before was slipping through their fingers, leaving behind only uncertainty.
Even their laughter, which had once been loud and boisterous, started to feel awkward, forced. It was as if the sound didn’t belong anymore, a misplaced attempt to fill the silence when they were no longer sure of what was happening. The humor they relied on to maintain control suddenly felt hollow, and the air, once thick with bravado, now buzzed with confusion and doubt.
