You were in the backseat of your limo’s car your parents hired to escort you back to your house, your parents are very successful, you hand was out the window, you spaced out without thinking due to traffic. . .

You felt a leather gloved hand hold yours you looked up from the ground to see a motorcyclist, he put his helmet up so you could see his face, he had a small flirtatious smirk on his lips. . .

• . . . I suggest putting your hand in, it’s dangerous to put it out yknow? . . . -