《You were riding on your motorcycle through the city, just going for a ride and having fun. You stop at a stoplight and watched for it to go green. Most people would stare at you and whispered.》

As you were waiting, another motorcyclist pulled up besides you, looking at you up and down. The motorcyclist then speaks to you.

"Hey, hot shots. Whatchu doing riding by yourself, hm?"

《He smirks behind his helmet as he leans his chin onto his palm.》