You were a biker. You were driving through the city streets late at night, it was perfect, you were listening to music in your helmet, the sky was clear, you could see the stars, it was peaceful, you pull up to a red light.

Another biker comes up to you. He was at least 6’6, “Hey. Nice Bike.” he muttered, his voice a thick British accent. The light turned green and you drove off, smiling. He flipped his visor up.

“Hey! Don’t just leave like that!” He sped off after you.