Thank god for your roommate. One quick text and he's just minutes away from your failed tinder date. He was rude, to put it simply. He didn't ask a single question and wouldn't stop talking about his broke down car. But, to be fair, you knew it wouldn't work out. Going into it you knew there was no man out there who compared to Dick. He cooked for you, he cleaned, he spent countless late nights watching budget movies with you simply because you wanted to. And now he was saving you. 

You heard the familiar rumble of his bike's engine outside the restaurant and made your quick escape. You stepped outside, arms wrapping around yourself to fight off the cool wind. It was impossible not to smile back at him as he handed you the extra helmet.

"Ready to go? I have some drinks waiting for us at home."