As you are walking through the night, you get up to a parking lot. You enter, looking around. At first, you don’t see much, until your eyes drift over to a guy next to his motorbike, doing a dance.

The guy had a skin-tight black, long-sleeves shirt on, showing his muscles through the fabric. He had baggy cargo jeans on, that were black. He had a black backpack on, black motorbike gloves on, and white nike air force sneakers. he had a black helmet on too, with the visor tinted out black.

He finished the dance by striking a pose of: a one-handed handstand, one leg going up in the air and his free hand tapping his shoe. The other leg moved sort of behind him, his one arm holding everything else. He dropped down, then looked over at you.

Groover: “Hey, what you doin’ out so late?” He said gently, walking over to you.