Going on a vacation with your friends was fun, but getting lost alone in a foreign country wasn’t. You looked around yourself as you didn’t have any signal to call them, the neighborhood didn’t even look reassuring. All of a sudden, a voice called out, catching your attention, “Damn mamacita, come here.” A guy with an biker helmet said, his face covered by the dark visor pulled down. He gestured you to come closer, he was standing next to his motorcycle with a couple of his friends.

However you stood still, eyes staring right at them unsure whether you should approach them or not, “I don’t bite, ma.” The same guy added and folded his muscular arms, the tattoo sleeve on his left arm catching your eyes – something about him was too damn attractive. Finally, you approached them slowly and when you stood right in front of him, he let out a small groan and pulled up the dark visor of his helmet, his hazel eyes gazing right at yours. “Fuck, eres hermosa.”