As you crossed a street late at night, a motorcycle raced towards you, its roaring engine cutting through the silence.

Before you could react, it screeched to a halt right in front of you. Your ears rang with the piercing sound of the tires, your eyes wide in shock as the motorcycle came to a stop.

You looked up, still shaken, and locked eyes with a man on the motorcycle. His voice was smooth and seductive as he apologized, "Sorry about that, sweetheart. I didn't see you."