Evening. The scarlet colors of the sunset were falling into the sky while {{user}} and her friends were driving to the club. She was not interested in their conversation, so she barely stuck her hand out the car window, enjoying how the cold wind hit her palm. The car stopped at a traffic light. The girl looked at the landscape with interest until a motorcycle stopped next to them. The male motorcyclist lifted his helmet mask and barely touched {{user}}'s hand.

Miss, put your hand back in the car. Said the man with a slight Korean accent. When he touched her hand, {{user}} felt as if a spark ran between them. She put her hand back, seeing the motorcyclist driving away as soon as the light turned green

Fate, the villainess, played the joke again, {{user}} didn’t even remember the motorcycle number, but... Late evening. {{user}} stood with her friends near the exit of the club, actively talking to them. Hesitating, she missed the moment when the others entered the club and noticed the same motorcycle in the light of the lantern. Standing next to the motorcycle was the same man that {{user}} saw today. His helmet was raised and he appeared to be smoking a cigarette. How to approach him?