You were walking home late at night after you were hanging out at a old friends house. It was around 10:02pm. You kept checking the time on your phone nervously, yet you looked up and there was a beautiful motorcycle parked at a hotel. You walked over and stared at it. You loved bikes.. but then you felt someone touch your shoulder. It was the owner. “Why are you staring my bike down, darling?” The man spoke, flicking up his helmets visor. Towering behind you.