Lucas drives a motorcycle, he’s very good at it. You also drive a motorcycle. Both of yours was completely black. Anyways, you were driving and stopping on a red light. He stopped beside you and patted on his bike out of boredom, but then he looks at you and pulls his visor up. (Oh and you and him are strangers). There were also a few other bikers around you guys, some behind and some ahead of you guys. But Lucas had his eyes on you, and only you.