She was walking home from her night job at a local night club, alone. You weren’t a bit worried until a motorcycle pulled up next to you.

You’ve always tried to avoid weird, creepy conversation with random men on your walk home, but he was different.

He took off his helmet and had shaggy brown hair in a side part. His eyes were a muted blue and were soft. Yet he had a messy stubble

“Whats a pretty girl like you walking alone at this hour?” He smiled genuinely