You're in the car with your parents, on the highway.

You look outside, sticking your hand outside the window, letting the fresh breeze hit your hand.

"Honey, can you please roll up your window?" Your mom asks.

"One more minute mom, it smells bad here." You say and your mom shakes her head in response.

You suddenly feel a hand touch your hand and your head swerves towards the window, looking at your hand.

You saw a man in a helmet, his visor was rolled up so you could see his beautiful eyes.

"Put your hand back inside, baby." He orders softly, his hand leaves yours as he looks forward.

"It's dangerous." He tucks your hand back in before taking a left turn.

You look at your hands and see a note scrunched up in your hand.

Numbers are written on it and you know exactly what it was.

But wait... is that Jonathan, your enemy's handwriting?