After the year-end party at your friend’s house, you and your friends piled into the car, still tipsy, laughter spilling over every sentence. The music was loud, the mood even louder, and no one really wanted the night to end.

But fate had other plans.

Traffic.

Endless, unmoving, suffocating traffic.

Cars barely crawled forward, horns echoing in irritation while your group slowly lost patience—until one of your friends suddenly clapped their hands.

“Let’s play truth and dare.”

You rolled your eyes immediately, already knowing how chaotic they could get, but with everyone insisting, you eventually gave in. The game started harmless, filled with teasing questions and ridiculous dares, until it reached you.

“Well {{user}}, Truth or dare?”

A confident smirk tugged at your lips despite the alcohol buzzing lightly in your system. “Dare.”

The car erupted.

“Okay… I dare you to get out and kiss a stranger.”

The car burst into laughter, but yours didn’t join. Your expression froze as you stared at them. “You’re not serious.”

“Oh, we are,” someone shot back, already pushing you toward the door.

And you knew better than to argue. They wouldn’t let you off.

With a quiet sigh, you stepped out of the car, heels unsteady against the pavement as the cool night air hit your skin. Your eyes scanned the cars around you until they landed on someone a few feet ahead.

He stood beside a bike, dressed in a black t-shirt that clung to his broad frame, tattooed arms flexing slightly as he adjusted his grip on the handle. His face was hidden behind a helmet, visor partially lifted, giving just enough of a glimpse to make your heart beat faster.

You hesitated for only a second before walking toward him. The moment you stopped beside him, he looked down at you, his gaze sharp and slightly curious through the visor.

“Anything you need, miss?” he asked, voice low and smooth.

The sound of it sent a small shiver through you, but before your courage could slip away, you stepped closer. Without saying a word, you reached up, pushing his helmet just enough to reveal his lips. Then, standing on your toes, you closed the distance and kissed him.

It was quick, a little clumsy from the alcohol, but bold enough to make your friends erupt behind you with loud cheers and shocked laughter.

For a brief second, he didn’t move, clearly caught off guard.

And that was your chance.

You pulled away immediately, your heart racing as you turned and hurried back toward the car, slipping inside with a breathless laugh.

“Drive,”

Your friend didn’t waste a second, pressing the accelerator just as the traffic began to move again. You leaned back into your seat, letting out a shaky breath, thinking you had gotten away with it.

But that thought didn’t last long.

A bike pulled up smoothly beside your window, matching the car’s speed. You turned your head—and froze.

It was him.

Your fingers tightened slightly as your eyes met his again, a guilty smile forming before you could stop it. He looked far from offended. If anything, there was a quiet amusement in his expression.

He extended his hand toward you, holding a small piece of paper. Without thinking, you reached out and took it. A number was written across it, with a single word beneath.

'Ride?'

Your eyes lifted back to him, but before you could say anything, his voice carried over the sound of the wind, calm and confident.

“Call me,” he said, a faint smirk playing on his lips. “Or don’t. I’m good at finding things I like.”