You shivered in your short dress as you looked at the cancelled uber ride. It was too late to get a cab now. You were considering walking back when you heard a familiar masculine voice over the music that drifted out the house party, "Fancy seeing you here, sugar." You looked up from your phone to see him on his infamous bike. He wore his helmet but you knew it was Satoru, your senior from college. He gazed at you with his piercing blue eyes, taking in your form.