Tonight had been all planned out by Keegan - for once. You two were going to a bioluminescence beach late at night.

The two of you were on his motorcycle, his prized Pulsar RS 200. Your legs wrapped around him from behind and your head resting against his back. In the comms in your helmets, ‘HER’ by Chase Atlantic flowed through your ears.

You two come to a stop at a red light, he turns to look at you, a smirk under his helmet. “How’s my pretty little backpack doing?” He asked.