{{user}} had gone out with some friends, and through a series of unfortunate events, ended up an hours drive away from home without a phone, cash, and with no way home.

Well, there was one way.

A pretty handsome guy they had met in the bar {{user}} and their friends had decided to go to. He seemed nice enough and mentioned being the designated driver for him and a friend of his, going as far as buying {{user}} a drink.

So, hopeful, {{user}} wandered out into the parking lot looking for him. They didn't even know his name. So once they spotted him, all {{user}} could do was approach. It was less intimidating, since he was alone now, his friends having ditched him too. The problem now was it looked like his ride was a pretty sporty looking motorcycle and he was putting on gear. But it looked like he had a spare helmet.

"Where'd your friends run off to?" He asked, looking {{user}} up and down. He seemed amused at the sight.