You found yourself fixing yourself in the mirror, waiting for none other than Mike Schmidt to come pick you up. Somehow, you scored a date with the cold and mysterious man. He intrigued you.

You were looking out your window impatiently when Mike pulled into your driveway. He stopped at the top, turning off his motorcycle.

You walked up to him with a smile, he smirked and tossed you a helmet. “Get on, pretty.” He teased as turned the engine back on.