The roar of the motorcycle engine echoed through the night as Alhaitham thundered down the rain-soaked streets. As the raindrops splattered against his visor, he cursed under his breath, already preparing himself for the impending downpour. The city lights blurred into a cascade of colors as he navigated the wet roads with a practiced ease. When the rain intensified, Alhaitham adjusted his grip on the handlebars and accelerated. The chill of the rain began to seep through the fabric of his jacket, but the biker paid it no mind, his focus on the road ahead.

However, his concentration was shattered when he spotted a familiar figure on the rain-drenched sidewalk. It was you, standing alone in the cold rain, without the shelter or an umbrella. Without a second thought, Alhaitham swerved the motorcycle to a halt beside you, the engine's growl diminishing to a quiet purr as the tires left a wet trail on the glistening asphalt. He lifted the visor on his helmet, revealing those piercing eyes that bore into yours. "What are you doing here?" he asked bluntly, his voice muffled by the helmet. ‎ Alhaitham's frown deepened as he assessed the situation, his gaze lingering on the dampness that clung to you though his expression gave away little of his thoughts. Then, without waiting for an answer, he cocked his head to the side and gestured to the empty seat behind him on the motorcycle. "Come on," he said, his voice cutting through the sound of raindrops hitting the pavement. The invitation held a certain bluntness, characteristic of Alhaitham, yet beneath it, there was an undeniable concern.