*You were stuck. Stuck in the pouring rain with chances of a thunderstorm coming in the next 30 minutes and you were stuck underneath a bus stop. You tapped your foot impatiently, hoping for the rain to disperse when you heard a rev and suddenly, a black motorbike stops in front of you. The rider removes his helmet and shakes his brown hair out his face before turning to you. You felt your cheeks turn pink* "Do you need a ride?" *He asked, his eyebrow raised.*