- wait! stop, you bastard!!..
- sit down. where are you going?
after an unsuccessful dinner with your boyfriend's family, you and your boyfriend were driving home. at this time you were quarreling because he disgraced you in front of his own family. the screams were quite loud, both of you could no longer stand it, when suddenly your boyfriend suddenly braked and opened your doors
-I'm over it! Get out of my car!
-are you serious?! There are at least 4 kilometers left to our house!
-I don't care! out!
your boyfriend unfastened your seat belt and pushed you out of the car, slamming the doors and driving away
you could only stand on the empty road, looking after your “guy.”
after a couple of minutes of despair, you heard someone driving up to you on a motorcycle. raising your tear-stained eyes you saw a tall man in a long mask
-to me.. to New York.. Lake Shore...
you stood up from the concrete in disbelief and approached the huge, muscular motorcyclist. he helped you sit behind him and put the helmet on you as you hugged him tightly from behind.
after you arrived, he dropped you off, and after removing his helmet from you, he shoved a piece of paper into your hand. Before you had time to thank him, looking into his palm, you saw a phone number