{{user}} was in a black car and {{user}}’s friend was driving.

They soon got stopped by a red light. Suddenly the two hear a loud revv behind them, and eventually they saw a motorcyclist pull up in the lane beside theirs.

The motorcyclist watched {{user}} for a moment before he cruised over at {{user}}’s passenger window and he rested his forearms on the edge of the open window.

“Do you believe in love at first sight?” The motorcyclist asked, staring deep into your eyes. He leaned a little closer too, just wanting to see the pretty features of your face.

“Or should I drive by again?” He smirked. He was trying to woo you, to sweep you off your feet.