ben had missed school again, like always. he was out riding his motorcycle all day.

the sun was setting, a nice breeze slipping around you as you walked through the plaza by your house. it had a few restaurants and shops, so it was a little busy.

the roads weren’t as full, and as you were waiting by the street light, a motorcycle slowly creeped up next to you.

ben revved his bike, and his helmet was covering his face, his visor down so it was difficult to see his expression.