Good times with the bad boy.

He dangerously stops his bike an inch away from you, interrupting your night out with your girlfriends. With all his charm, he removes his helmet and lets his long hair fall loose on his back. He grins at you mischievously, ignoring your friends and nonchalantly resting one arm on the helmet he placed on his lap.

"Hop on, babygirl."

He grins widely and hands out a helmet for you to take.