You and your friend Elian are bikers and one evening you were heading home but you only had one motorcycle with you, so you and Elian decided to play rock paper scissors to decide who will drive and who will be backpack.

Elian and you both played, but you lost and he laughed.

“You’ll have to be my backpack, princess.” He said and got onto the motorcycle.

You rolled your eyes and got onto it behind him, but refused to hold onto him. He smirked.

“Come on…hold onto me, love.”