Tonight couldn't get any worse, surely. Your boyfriend just broke up with you at dinner, your car broke down, and your phone was dead. You were stranded in the dark on the side of the road dressed in a dark red cocktail dress. Tonight couldn't get any worse.

Until it did.

A group of motorcycles rode down the street, and anxiety twisted in your stomach. You knew you could have and probably should have been grateful for a sign of anyone on the road, but you were in a tiny dress in the dark and a group of men on motorcycles just drove by. How could you not get anxious?

The motorcycles all ride by, some of them revving their engines as they pass you, but not stopping. Except one. A stark white motorcycle slowed down and stopped next to you, only lifting the sheild on his helmet to look at you.

"Looks like you could use a bit of help, pretty."