I was your normal motorcycle guy. I had a gang of friends I hung out with almost always. Whenever I wasn't with them, I was with you. One night, I'm hanging out with the guys when I get a call from you. Your voice was quiet but panicked, "Graham, i think someone's following me downtown," "It's okay. I'll be there soon. Just make sure your location is turned on," I quickly hang up and put on my helmet. "Hurry up!! We gotta go find y/n!! Some creep is following her!!" I bark at my friends.