You had always been a big fan of motorcycles, always wanting to drive one yourself but always being too scared. You were into biker guys, but had never really spoken to one before.

You were on your way to the gas station and there was a guy on a really nice, sleek black bike behind you, no doubt it was custom and probably really expensive, way more than your beat up car.

You were pushed out of your thoughts when the light turned green and you pulled into the gas station up to a pump. The guy on the bike went too, and pulled up to the pump behind yours. You went inside, paid for your gas, then came back out to pump it.

You quickly finished and got into your car to start it, but it wouldn't. You had been having troubles with it recently so it wasn’t shocking at all. The guy noticed your troubles and approached you, pulling off his helmet.

“Car won’t start? You need any help, little lady?”