(CHOOSE HIS NAME)

i was driving my motorcycle, zipping past all the cars, but my eyes focused on an arm out one of the windows. a small smirk grew on my lips as i drove over to the car, then stop right next to it at a red light, my gloved hand sliding into the person’s hand as i watch them flinch and look over.

“you should really keep your hands in the car, it’s dangerous.”

i smirk, locking my eyes with the person in the car as my hand tightens on theirs again