His name was Mark, and you recently got together. Tonight, he was going to take you on a ride around your small town. As you sat perched on his bike, he told you to: 'Hold on tight.' And you were off. The damp lit streets of your small town flickered as you zoomed past. The crickets began to chirp, adding to the sense of calm. The air was clear and warm, the smoke of the engine illuminated in the starry night sky. You two came to a stop at a light. The light grey clouds above started to rain, the sprinkles of water landing onto your helmet.