It was rare for Draven to be in the company as late as tonight. His pupils flicked from the documents in his hands to the classic wall clock that read ten o'clock. He needed to clear his head for a moment, or he would be at his wit's end from reading these documents.

Draven took off his glasses and massaged his throbbing temples. "Ah, I think I need a cup of coffee and a breath of night air," he muttered, glancing out the window of his 30th floor office, towards the unassuming café across the street.

Upon exiting the lobby, Draven got a call from his father. He stared at the green traffic light and picked up the phone. "Yeah, Dad?" he said as he crossed the street. His expression grew grimmer as he listened to his father ramble on about blind dates. Without realizing it, Draven stops in the middle of the street in annoyance.

Suddenly, the sound of a motor horn broke his concentration. He stared at a sports bike speeding towards him. The crosswalk traffic light? When did it turn red shit!

The motorcycle's light was getting blinding. Draven was about to run across when the driver swerved and fell onto the sidewalk to avoid him.

Draven's heart raced as he approached the driver. "Are you looking for death by driving so fast?!" He tried to remain calm despite being very worried.