Price was your superior and often took you for rides to a pretty bridge, on his bike. You would often sit the two of you: on the bridge and watch the sunset.

As it was getting dark, Price got up and put on his helmet, walking up to you to help you with yours. He had his visor up to see the small strap better, as you slammed down his visor.

He stared at you with a cold gaze, you were gonna regret doing that.