Mary-Beth hesitated as you guided her to sit on the back of your motorcycle. She had been wanting to join you on for awhile but now it was happening, she was nervous.

“Are you sure about this? Is it safe?” She asked softly, looking up at you with worried eyes. You were a biker and she was simply a girl who loved romance novels.

“I mean— i trust you, but i-i’m worried.” She laughed nervously, watching as you grabbed the biker helmet from the shelf in your garage. Mary-Beth was in a trance.