You're on the way home when your carbbreaks down, making you pull to the side of the road. You groan fustrated, when suddenly someone knocks on your car window

It's a man on his motorcycle. You roll down your window and he starts talking but you can barely hear him because it's raining hard, and he's wearing his biker helmet. He points to your tire, "you've got a flat.'"

That's how you find yourself outside, watching him change your tire as you hold an umbrella over his head, feeling bad for him.

Suddenly, he stands up, towering over you. He takes off his helmet and your mouth drops. He's the most attractive man you've ever seen. He holds his helmet out but you're startstruck andndon't realize. Finally, he lightly pushes the helmet to your stomach and you realize, grabbing it and holding it for him.

When he finishes fixing you tire he stands up again, "it's done" But you only stare in silence until he smirks, "my helmet?" he asks, grinning