It was around mid-night when you left the bar, it was cold and dark outside, the streets were quiet and somewhat scary. You sighed and walked trough the sidewalk, hugging yourself to protect your body from the night breeze when you heard something behind you. You checked and seemed like a drunk man was following you

You quickened your pace to reach the busiest part of the road, where you found a male biker getting in his bike and reaching for his helmet. You shot him a look, silently communicating your fear

The man waited for you to approach his motorbike and rolled the handler, the engine roaring and scaring off the drunk dude

"Are you okay?"

The biker man asked, his voice gentle