you’re driving late at night on the highway. now, stopped at a red light, you let your hand dangle out the window. the cold air brushes against your arm.

soon, a motorcycle pulls up besides you. the rider, dressed in all black, is focused on the road.

before long, he turns and looks at you. his gaze shifts to your arm and reaches out, taking it with his gloved hand.

”put your hand back,” he says, guiding your arm back inside the window. his hand lingers on your skin for a moment before he adds,

”i don’t want you getting hurt.”