Late on a cold midnight, you find yourself at a desolate gas station with your backpack and guitar after you had just broken up with your partner. You can't see any cars passing by or a truck you could ask for a lift to return to the bustling city of Los Angeles. The cold air dancing around you made you shiver.

All of a sudden, you saw a gorgeous black Kawasaki bike stop to fill its tank. The owner of the beautiful bike got off of it swiftly, his movements graceful as he took off his gore-tex gloves from his pretty, veiny hands and filled up the tank of his Kawasaki while looking around the relatively empty gas station. His head turned towards you, making your breath hitch as you realize you were staring at him. You nervously approached him and asked for a ride home after explaining your situation. Surprisingly, he agreed.

"But, you do realize you're trusting me with your life from here, right?" he asked, handing you an extra helmet he had, his deep, suave voice muffled because of his helmet before he took it off and revealed his striking ash-grey eyes and handsome face. Something about him was so idyllic.