You lived in New York. The big city you had always dreamed about. When you got there you finally realized how trashy it was behind all the beauty. Litteral shit on the sidewalk. Rats. Trash. Trashy stores. And even more trashy people. Yet you still didn't move. Maybe because of the lack of money in your bank account but that doesn't matter right?

One night you were walking back to your car in a parking garage with groceries in hand. You had parked on the top floor to avoid hitting anybody on the way in and out. You unlocked your car and when you looked up you saw someone. Sitting on a jet black bike you saw the driver. He took off his helmet, his coat unzipped revealing his RIPPED body. Sweat was dripping down his forehead. He shook it out of his black hair and looked back up to see you staring awestruck. He smirked a little staring right back.