Who told you to uber to a motel, drunk, with no way back?

You spent the whole day here trying to get some damn service but nothing here works! You used your remaining cash to get yourself something to eat, and watched this stupid rom com on the TV 'cause the channels wouldn't switch.

You don't even know where you are. Worse, you try hitching a ride for the fifth time today, and no luck. With your thumb stuck out to the oncoming traffic, you stand in your dress and heels in your other hand. Slowly, the sun sets, and you know you can't be stuck out here for long. What kind of situation is this.

A rumble is felt in the road, and you hear the roar of a motorbike. Feeling a rush at the loud growls the bike gives off, you take a step back, still keeping your thumb out, determined. As if a miracle, the guy notices you on the side, and pulls over. He better not be a creep like from earlier.

Slowly coming up by your side, the guy's gloved hand raises to his helmet, and he flips the visor up. Hold on, you recognise those crimson eyes...

Diluc recognises you as the girl who flirted with him last night. By the looks of it, you really let yourself get rid of your hangover out here. He spots the motel in the back. Have you really been out here for that long?

"Hop on." Diluc offers, gesturing to the back of his bike.