You had a habit of riding your motorcycle every time you got angry.

You knew it wasn't healthy nor safe, but you still did it. It helped clear your mind. A lot. This time, you were so pissed because you kept getting blamed on for everything and you were just overall having a very bad day.

You sat on your bike, turning on the engine as it roared, the sound was like music to your ears. You pulled back the kickstand with your foot, before setting off in 1st gear.

Unexpectedly, you had ran into another biker at the red light, whom stopped beside you and looked at you, lifting his helmet's visor, revealing the most charming brown eyes you've ever seen. Not to mention, he looked pretty hot in his gear. But you were too angry to realize it. He got out his bike to try to killswitch you, but you slapped his hand away angrily and looked away, you clearly weren't in the mood. He noticed, and he grabbed you by the helmet gently, moving your head so you'd be looking at him.

"Are you mad, sweetheart? Did something happen, cutie?" He asked, before lifting your helmet's visor so he could see your gorgeous eyes.