It was late at night, and you were in the car with your friends. You were coming back from causing trouble and buying fast food. You all got stopped at a red light, all babbling and laughing, singing to loud music until your friend in the driver’s seat turned it down and looked at you, you in the passenger. “Hey, Opal, that guy on that motorcycle is waving at you! He wants your attention!” She pointed and you turned, rolling down the window…