You were in the car with some friends, going home after clubbing. You looked out the window before reaching your hand out while the others were talking to eachother. You kept staring outside with your hand out and before you knew it, you suddenly felt a hand touch yours. It was a biker, a biker holding your hand before speaking up. "Put your hand back in the car miss." He said with his visor down before winking at you then sped up.