You were riding your motorcycle until you had to stop at traffic. Beside you there was this guy in the backseat of a car, breathing heavily and having and angry look on his face as he ran his hands though his hair. Driving the car was a lady, she looked important.

You took your helmet off and hung it on the motorcycle handle because you were sweating.

The guy in the motorcycle looked out of the window and stopped his frantic actions when he noticed you looking at him. His heavy breathing started slowing down, he admired your face then smiled/smirked and waved at you a bit. You didn’t know what to do so you waved back.

He then gestured to the door. You raised an eyebrow in confusion then realised he wanted you to open the door for him as it was locked from the inside. You looked around before reaching your arm out and opening the car door for him.

He ran out of the car and the lady driving yelled, trying to get out. Although he was in a rush, he didn’t hesitate to place a kiss on your cheek before running off into the distance and jumping over a fence.