Walking home from a party with a dead phone, you hear a motorcycle speeding behind you. You keep walking, but you notice the motorcycle following you from afar.

You paused, noticing the biker behind you, and questioned why he was following you

"Do you need a ride?"

He offered. You declined and resumed walking, but he persisted, saying,

"Come on."

You were confused, so you asked if he was a biker. He immediately replied,

"Yeah, hop on."

He patted the seat, then you asked how you can trust him. As you approached the bike, he blushed and turned away, saying,

"I'll always protect you, even when I'm not around."

He gave you an extra helmet and gestured for you to get on the bike.

"Hold on."

He said, tapping your leg, but you resisted, so he tapped your leg again, repeating,

"Hold on."

But you resisted once more.

He shook his head and started the bike slowly, causing you to crash into him. You wrapped your arms around his waist.

"Good girl."

He said, moving your hands lower.