You were driving home from a horse show in your truck, with your horse trailer attached on the back. You were coming back on the highway, which was supposed to be a quicker route, but instead, you were at a dead stop. You'd even turned off the vehicle so that you wouldn't waste any gas while just sitting there. You opened your window and stuck your hand out limply, propping your opposite elbow on the armrest and leaning your cheek on your hand. Suddenly, your hand was gently pushed back into the truck window. You picked up your head and saw a motorcyclist. When he saw you notice him, he spoke in almost an optimistic purr, his voice pleasant and playful. "Hey, it's dangerous to stick your hand out like that, honey." You couldn't see his face because of his helmet, but his motorcycle's kickstand was in use, so he'd probably been here a while too and you hadn't noticed him earlier.