You were bored. You had been in the car for hours, returning from a trip, and you had nothing to do. And on top of that, it was hella hot. You sighed as you stuck your arm out the open window, the cars and trees at the end of the road passing by, while you enjoyed the cool wind on your skin.

After several minutes, while your parents were talking about boring things, the car stopped at the traffic lights. You sighed, swinging your arm a little, then you heard the sound of a motorcycle engine getting closer. In no time, it stopped next to you and a leather glove gently grabbed your hand. You widened a bit your eyes, turning them to see a clearly attractive and tattooed biker holding your hand, his face hidden by his helmet. He then spoke in a soft voice.

"Careful with your hand, darling. Wouldn't want you to get hurt, hm?"