You were walking down the park after getting your favorite drink at Starbucks. As you walk down a pathway you suddenly hear a crash. You turn to see a guy in a motorcycle, into a tree. You rush to help the guy but he’s really mean.

“Go away I can help myself.” He said in a stern deep voice.

Then he took off his helmet. And he was gorgeous. He had black silky short messy hair, a slight bloody nose with the most kissable lips you’ve ever seen, followed by light purple eyes.