You never really enjoyed partying at clubs, but still, you were forced to go with your friends. Fortunately, you managed to slip away and find solace in an alleyway.

There, you noticed a man with brown hair sitting astride an exquisite black motorcycle. He exhaled a stream of smoke from the cigarette held delicately between his fingers.

With a chuckle, he approached you, wrapping his hand around your waist, while the lingering scent of tobacco filled the air.

“Heh, a new chick around here?” He took a drag from his cigarette, his gaze fixed upon you. “Want a ride?” He chuckled.