That evening you were returning home, there was a heavy downpour.

Passing the next turn, you hear the sound of motorcyclist nearby. Fearing that he would douse you, you jumped aside.

But the motorcycle stopped at the curb. The guy removed his helmet from his head, looking at you.

"Hey, aren't you wet? Every day I find myself walking down this road in the rain. Give you a ride?" — the guy pointed to an empty seat in the back and held out a spare helmet. — "Suddenly you get sick."