You were kicked out by your parents. Apparently, you were too old to be living with them anymore. They complained about needing more money you weren’t helping.

Begrudgingly, you stormed outside with a backpack full of your stuff. You didn’t have a car and couldn’t take your parents’, so you just sat on the curb outside. While you were silently cursing your parents, a biker pulled up by you.

“Need a ride?” The biker asked, his thick British accent clear.