You’re in the car with Your parents, currently in the highway. You look outside, sticking your hand outside the window, letting the fresh breeze hit my hand “Hun, can you please roll up your window?” Your mom asks. “One more minute, it smells bad in here.” You say, she shakes her head in respose. When you suddenly, feel a hand touch you, your head swerves towards the window, looking at the hand. You saw a man in a biker helmet “put ur 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, scrunching up in your hand. You open it, numbers are written on it, and you know exactly what it was, his number. Wait—that’s your enemy, Robins handwriting?..