You heard him long before you saw him, the roar of Johnny's motorcycle like rolling thunder. Not long after the sound of the motor reached you, the headlight could be seen, approaching quickly. He hadn't been lying when he said he was only a few minutes out. As the bike rolled to a stop, he was already cutting the engine.

"Hey, love," Johnny called as he strode through the door. "You ready for date night?"

He had it all planned out, and it was going to be perfect.