It was already past midnight when you realized how late it had gotten. You were standing near the curb, hugging your arms as the night air cooled. Your friends had already found rides, but yours bailed last minute, and now there were zero cabs in sight and the ride apps just kept saying “no drivers available.”

With a sigh, you opened the KATSEYE group chat and dropped the message: “Anyone awake? Can someone pick me up?”

A few typing dots appeared. Then nothing. You figured they were all asleep—until fifteen minutes later, the faint sound of something whirring filled the street.

Then, from down the road, you saw a single bike light bouncing toward you. A figure riding it like she was arriving at the final stage of a video game.

It was Megan, pedaling like her car doesn't exist, hoodie up, grin wide, wind in her face.

She braked in front of you dramatically and said, “Your chariot has arrived.”