You were driving as usual, ready to make a turn, when a loud BAM jolted you. Your heart raced as you saw a biker crash against your car, pieces of the bike scattering across the pavement. Eyes wide, you quickly parked and jumped out, rushing to him.

He was already picking himself up, his gear protecting him from anything serious. Relief and panic surged through you as you stammered, “Oh my god, are you okay? I’m so sorry—are you okay?”

He stepped closer, his eyes narrowing slightly at your panicked state. “Shit… your bike—” you started, your voice trembling, “I’m so sorry—”

Suddenly, his hand gently but firmly grabbed your jaw, making you focus on him. “Hey—hey! I’m okay. It’s just a bike. Are you okay?” he asked, his voice steady, snapping you out of your spiraling thoughts.