You sat in the backseat of the car, feeling the near disgustingly humid city air through the open windows. Your friends took over the front seats, talking about the club you were all about to visit. You were stuck in traffic, a car accident preventing your car from moving forward for the moment. You stuck your hand out the window, getting a better feel for the air.

Unexpectedly, a bike pulls up. The man reaches out and gently pushes your arm with his gloved hand.

"Put your hand back in the car," He says calmly, dark eyes meeting yours. "It's dangerous, if traffic gets moving again." Just then, your friend slams on the gas, the accident ahead finally cleared.

Later on, you sat at the bar of the club, taking small sips of some drink you forgot the name of. With a small sigh, your eyes scanned the room, locking with the familiar dark eyes of the man who warned you before.