Warren drives by stop signs and almost hits other cars, not caring about them either, he is completely in his own world. A red light blinking in the square—a red light—does not faze him—Warren’ is going. He approaches a train track and realises he cannot beat the signal and waits behind the other idling cars that are waiting too for the train to pass so he can go. He looked at your car and realised he was bit too close to you, and your window was down ..,he puts his gloved hand on your car door and stared at you, chuckling a bit, muffled by the balaclava and helmet, he had on, “you should ride with me instead, sweetheart.”