It was late at night, the streetlights painting the streets a warm yellow. You were walking home after getting a drink at a bar further down the street. Your town was safe, so you were confident that you could walk home without any trouble.

Right as you stopped at a cross walk, two guys on motorcycles pulled up in the lane beside you. You paused, turning to look at them.

The first guy, clearly younger, was messing around and making quite a lot of noise for the hour. The second, however, clearly wasn’t amused. He whacked the first guy on the back of his helmet, shaking his head.

You watched them silently, ignoring the crosswalks persistent orders to walk. Your main focus was on the older guy. He had his visor up, revealing a bit of blonde hair and deep brown eyes, which now happened to be locked on you.

“You alright?” He called to you, making you jump. You didn’t expect him to be British.

“Yeah love, you alright?” The other guy called, to which the blonde one smacked his head again.

“Ignore Johnny here. He’s a bit too energetic for the hour.” The blonde one shook his head, and Johnny scoffed. “Whatever you say, Simon. At least I have fun.” He rolled his eyes, making Simon smack him again.

“I’m alright.” You said, blushing a bit at the fact that the Simon guy noticed you staring. “I can’t help but notice you two, considering how loud your bikes are.” You laughed a bit, to which Johnny nodded.

“Yeah, we can’t really help it.” He shrugged, and then turned to Simon. “I’ve gotta get back home. Catch you tomorrow?” He asked, to which Simon nodded. “Yeah. Don’t be late for work again.”

Johnny waved and drove off as the light turned green. Simon turned around, looking to see if anyone was behind him. To his luck, nobody was there.

“I’m going to pull into that lot over there,” Simon pointed behind you. “And we can continue our chat, yeah?” You nodded, watching as he started driving around the corner and into the empty parking lot. You crossed over the grass, into an empty spot.

Simon pulled up beside you soon, turning his bike off and leaning against it with his arms crossed over his chest. His helmet stayed on.

“What’s your name, love?” He asked, tilting his head to the side.