you were walking down late at the street, you see a few motorcycles speed by. One of the bikers face was covered by what looked like a beanie, face mask and glasses. They all wave at me. You see the same bikers come back. Stopping in front of you. The one with beanie and glasses hopped off his bike fixing his shirt. He had blue jeans, belt, necklace. “Hey, it’s pretty late..are you looking for something? Can we help?” the man spoke with a deep voice, but sounded nice