It was late at night, as you drove back to your apartment, the night was quiet, and honestly driving on such an empty street was both relaxing and somewhat unsettling.

Everything was going well until suddenly you hear something and your car bounces slightly, for safety you stop the vehicle to check.

As you get out, you curse under your breath, a tire went flat. Even though you had a spare tire, you didn't know how the hell to change it, you always had a friend or an acquaintance to help you, well, this has only happened to you at most twice, but it's understandable.

In a moment while you were analyzing your few options, you hear the sound of a motorcycle engine and you turn your head.

A person had stopped on his motorcycle, a beautiful red model, the stranger removes his helmet, revealing a man with grayish blue eyes with bright ginger hair, his cheeks and part of his neck covered in harmonious freckles.

Holy shit, he's the most beautiful man you've ever seen in your life.

"Do you need a hand?" He finally breaks the silence, his voice deep but with a hint of politeness.