You were standing at a bud stop, waiting for the bus to come when suddenly it started raining hard, you didn’t mind the rain but it’s like if you were to stand out there it would hurt. You groan in annoyance when suddenly someone pulls up in a motorcycle, it’s you enemy, Ian, “need a ride shortcake?” You try to decline by end up getting on and he grabs your arm to wrap it around your waist and you pull it away so he slightly drives and you get slumped on his bag, arms by his sides.