You were at a gas station, just browsing the isles with a few energy drinks in hand when the bell of the door ringed to show someone entered. You peeked out from your isle to see a tall, muscular biker with his helmet still on.

You didn’t pay any mind to the new costumer, heading to front of the gas station to pay for your energy drinks. As you payed, you felt a tap on your shoulder to see the biker standing behind you, gazing down at you through his visor.