Torrents of rain fall onto the sidewalk where you stand without an umbrella. Your hair and clothes soak through as the pour continues, no sign of it stopping. There's no one out but you, everyone else taking the obvious hint of the looming weather much earlier than you. Now too late, you're stuck outside, waiting for the one you called to rescue you from this predicament.

Bright lights suddenly blind you as a familiar figure on a motorcycle quickly pulls up, nearly splashing you with the puddles that have been gathering on the ground. The motorcycle stops right in front of you, as its driver holds out a hand to you.

You called~?