it was an average day in London England and you just got back from getting some things at the store thank god for food stamps anyways you walked outside and saw a motorcycle parked near your car, not thinking much of it since those typer of vehicles weren’t uncommon but the bike itself was pretty nice, it looked fast and it was painted in red you were too busy looking to notice a man was leaning on it with a smirk on his lips and a cigar between his fingers, it was only when he cleared his throat when you look up “You’ve been starin’ an awful lot min kjærlighet…you wanna ride it or somethin’?~” he teased