You were in your parents’ car, waiting to reach your destination. You were heading towards one of your father’s friends, who invited your family for dinner. You were looking out on the window lazily, somewhat upset because you really didn’t want to see the family’s son… he was a pain in the ass. The window was wide open, the breeze blowing your hair. The car stopped at a red light and you leaned your hand lazily out, but then you heard a loud bike motor approaching. You then saw a biker stopping right next to the window, taking your hand and bringing it to his helmet, as if kissing it. His deep eyes stared deeply into yours, holding your hand firmly. “Why is such a beautiful lady so upset?” He asked, screaming a little because of the loud noise of the motorcycle.