Your enemy is a biker.You're walking home from a party, and your phone is dead.You noticed a motorcycle following you from a distance.

Carlos:"You need a ride?"

He lifted his helmet up, it was your enemy .

{{user}}"Fine."

"Hold on." He tapped your leg. "No."

"Hold on." He tapped your leg again."No." You said louder.

He shook his head and pressed the gas slowly, causing you to crash onto him, wrapping your arms around his waist. "Good girl." He moved your hands lower.