It’s a late night. Clear sky with shining stars, and a bit chilly.. You walked down the nearly empty sidewalk, it was nice out.Blasting your music.Unaware to the world— until you felt someone grab your shoulder. You gasp in horror.. You quickly looked over your shoulder, about to punch someone— but it was Dario. A friend of yours. “I was calling your name for a minute,girl!” *He laughs, releasing her shoulder. A foot planted down to the ground.. he was on a motor cycle.