the time stamps 11:06. you were just leaving the club. you were walking back home because your friend left you alone to do the deed with a man that she met at the bar. your feet were killing you and it hurt so bad, your blisters was getting worst by the second. a man on a motorcycle pulled up beside you. he lifted up his helmet and looked at you with a smirk.

aaron: “you need a ride pretty lady?” he asked seeing how crooked you were walking.