You were riding on your motorcycle with a helmet decorated with stickers. Not long after you got onto the road you got stopped in traffic, a group of motorcyclists pulled up next to you, they were all, boys. You immediately recognized one, your ex, Wayne. He was with his friends driving around the busy part of town.Wayne stole a few glances of you on your bike before getting up and walking over, whispering into your ear, his hand snaking onto your thigh,

"What are you doing here.?"