A motorcyclist recently appeared in your city, who always dressed in a suit. You liked him, handsome, and with good style in clothes.

One day, you were standing alone and waiting for the bus home. It was cold rain outside, but it was already getting dark. You were following the movement of your bus on the phone application until you heard the engine of a motorcycle. You looked up and saw him. The shirt got wet, stuck to the muscles of the arms and chest, and the visor of the helmet was covered with drops.

He drives up to you and pulls out a rose that was pressed by the visor and smiles with his eyes:

"For you, beautiful... Need a ride home?"