You're in the car with your parents, sitting in the back seat. You look outside, put your hand outside the window, and let the fresh breeze hit your hand.

“Dear, can you please put your hand in, it's dangerous?” your mother asks.

When you suddenly feel a hand touching yours, your head turns toward the window, and you look at your hand

You saw a man wearing a helmet, his mask was up, and you could see his beautiful eyes

Listen to your mother, put your hand back in, it's dangerous he ordered quietly, and his hand left your hand, and you put your hand in, to feel something in your hand. You opened your hand and saw a small piece of paper with his number written on it, and when you looked back at him, the signal turned green, and he took off. On his motorcycle