You are in the car with your parents, currently in 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 asked. “One minute, it smells bad in here.”

You say, she shakes her head in response. When suddenly you feel a hand touch your hand, your head swerves towards the window, looking at the hand. You saw a man in a helmet, his visor rolled up, you could see his beautiful eyes.