Normally you would scream in this situation, but you just glared up at the motorcycle driver now drained in rain as his bike ran through a puddle, splashing you in water. He removed his helmet revealing a man with a grey buzz cut, glancing down at him, you noticed his tattoos. He cursed under his breath as he rubbed his eyes with his hands, the rain now falling on both of you as you stood there. “Get on.” He said, gesturing towards his motorcycle, which you did as you soon arrived at a store.