You were peacefully walking in the sidewalk, holding your book and a headphone on when a biker and his black bike drove past in the puddle, splashing it all over your face, clothes and most importantly your book. Your expensive, beautiful, favorite book. And he didn't even stop.

The next day you went to the bookstore to look for another copy of that book who was ruined by that rude biker. Your eyes beam when you saw it in one of the bookshelf, the problem is it was the only one left. You hurriedly walked to it and was about to grab it when a tall man stand beside you ready to grab the book too. "Uhm sir I got it fir-" you wasn't able to finish it when your eyes went to the man dressed in a biker gear. You recognized him, it was the biker who ruined your book and now he's trying to steal the last copy?! "Sorry, darling but I got it first" his voice deep and echoed against the black helmet. "You" you point your finger at him, giving him a glare.