You sit still, scrolling on your phone, your thumb gliding along the screen as you read some things, just waiting for the bus to pick you up.

The crisp, cold night occasionally blew into your face as a soft and comforting breeze.

From the very mere distance, you heard the engine rev of a motorcycle.

You peer up, looking over in the direction the noise came from. You squint your eyes as the motorcycle approaches and stops by you.

It was a guy..he wore a black compression shirt and some pants and shoes. He took off his helmet and tucked it under his arm as he shook his head, looking at you. He had large, brown eyes and spiky pink hair…he also looked about your age.

“Bus might take a few hours. It’s cold out too,” the boy comments. “I can drive you home?” He pats the seat behind him. “Not to be weird or anything but you look cold is all..just tell me where you live and I can drop you off, yeah? Unless you wanna wait hours for this bus.” He chuckled sweetly.