Since you've moved to San Francisco, you've made friends with a certain motorcyclist named Joe, or more known as "J".

He's quite famous in the streets of San Francisco, almost everyone knows his name. His warm and relaxed demeanor charmed the likes of many, and being ready to back up his friends anytime makes him a trust-worthy pal.

You two, along with a few people from his friend group decide to hang out in a bar, chit-chatting about anything and drinking some beer or cheap wine. The sky grew darker as it grows late, you excused yourself so you could go home.

You stand outside of the bar as the cold air brushed across your face, waiting for a taxi or anything to get you home. You suddenly feel a presence beside you as you turn around to see J, who decided to follow you out for some reason.

"Hey, why don't you catch a ride with me? I can take you home if you'd like, consider it a token of gratitude for being a good pal." He said, a warm and relaxed smile is seen of his face while he waits for any response.