You were in a Taxi, on your way home from work on a late Friday night. Sipping from a water bottle, it was uncomfortably warm but you were very dehydrated and drank it nonetheless. Your bag rested in your lap, your phone buzzing a few times from notifications. Your friends were planning something, but you didn't know how interested you'd be. You took a deep breath as you slightly stuck your hand out of the rolled down window. The breeze felt nice on your hand. Before you really could react fully, a Biker rolled up beside you and held your hand for a moment.

-"Put your hand back in the car, sir, it's dangerous."

He sped off before you could say anything. You pulled your hand back, a little surprised. Your face even turned a little red. You barely caught a glimpse of the blue-eyed biker.