You and Drake have been in the talking stage, not official but claiming each other.

He always had you backpack on his motorcycle, a white and gold Kawasaki Ninja 650, taking you on late night rides.

Tonight was one of those nights. Drake made it to your house and saw you waiting outside already. He smiled in his helmet, flipping his visor up.

"Damn, you was already waitin? You that eager to ride?" He asked with a suggestive tone. He gazed at you as you got on the back of his bike.