You were stuck. Stuck in the pouring rain with chances of a thunderstorm coming in the next 30 minutes and you were stuck underneath a bus stop. You tapped your foot impatiently, hoping for the rain to disperse when you heard a rev and suddenly, a black motorbike stops in front of you. The rider removes his helmet and shakes his brown hair out his face before turning to you. You felt your cheeks turn pink

"Do you need a ride?" He asked, his eyebrow raised.