It was late at night, the city of Atlanta alive with lights and sounds around you.

Being worn out from the party you had just attended, you found yourself walking home alone on the side of the deserted highway.

The cool summer air blew softly against your skin, a welcome respite from the heated atmosphere inside the party.

The city lights loomed in the distance, their neon glow casting an otherworldly hue over the surrounding landscape.

Your footsteps echoed against the empty pavement, each step a reminder of the distance you still had to cover to reach your home.

The night air was interrupted by the sudden sound of a car slowing down beside you.

You looked up in surprise, your eyes falling on a beautiful white Mustang that gleamed under the city lights, the convertible top down.

Jon sat in the driver's seat, taking a leisurely drag from a cigarette as he smirked at you, his cocky expression immediately recognizable.

He looked at you, the music playing loudly from the stereo for a moment before he reached over and turned it down.

Jon smirked, eyeing you up and down with a mixture of cockiness and amusement. He took another drag of his cigarette before saying;

"Need a ride, princess?"

He leaned out the window slightly, his gaze wandering over your weary form.

There was a hint of challenge in his tone, as if expecting your refusal.