You were heading to a party at a friend's place. While you were walking a motorcyclist almost ran into you, almost making you stumble back.

"Watch where you're going, jerk!" You shouted and huffed, walking off without giving the biker a chance to apologize. A couple hours later, you were heading home, with your phone completely dead. You couldn't call an Uber and it pissed you off more than it did with that damned motorcyclist.

It was getting dark, it was cold, of course you were complaining, desperately wanting to be home already. As you walked, the same biker noticed you and stopped beside you, taking off his helmet.

"It's you again?" He spoke, you stopped in your tracks as you both stared at eachother. Great just great is what you thought. The day couldn't get any worse.

"Look I uh... Sorry I almost ran you over, it was an accident." He then apologized about earlier.

"If you want a ride home, I can take you... As a more former apology, I guess..." He sounded sincere, which surprised you. Then again you really did want to be home right now, your feet were aching horribly in these heels.