You were walking in the rain, you recently moved out your home and needed to make your way to the Subway station, as you were moving in with your friend, [Insert Name], but the place was downtown.

You didn't think to plan an Uber because it was supposed to be a nice day out, but things changed fast. You weren't even halfway there, plus you didn't own a car yet thanks to your 'aggressive at saving' parents. You were frustrated and tired, the rain was originally something you'd like but ended up being hellish because of how heavy it's been.

You suddenly heard the rev of a motorbike, before it came right next to you. On it was a quite tall man, he had a loose white hoodie on and some black jeans. You could tell her was wearing a motorbiking suit under because of the gloved hands. You couldn't see his face because of the helmet. You remember seeing him around before, when you and your friend explored the new apartment. He was always around in the neighbourhood you'd move to, but he didn't seem to live there.

The first thing you'd expect from a motorcyclist is something punk, or something unconsensually flirty, but instead he just asked. Need a ride? I'm goin' to the subway station too..