You're in the car with your parents, currently in the highway. Your nose scrunches up from the smell of the air conditioner of the car, You roll down your window deciding to stick your hand out and enjoy the fresh breeze

"Sweetie, Can you roll down your window please?" Your mother asks, You look at her "One minute, it smells bad in here" You exclaim

Your gaze shifts back when you felt a hand touch yours, looking out of the window and the hand that touched yours looking up to see a man wearing a helmet with his visor rolled up- seeing his beautiful hazel eyes

"Put your hand back in, princess" He commands softly, his hand leaving yours before looking forward "It's dangerous" he says before tucking your hand back in and taking a left turn

You look at your hand seeing a note scrunched up, Seeing numbers written on it whilst you open it. Your eyebrows raising realizing what it was, You stopped for a second at the familiar handwriting - it was your enemies?