You were walking down the empty streets, after coming back from the coffee at 10pm

You could hear the purring of a motorbike behind you, making you shiver as it got closer

"your name" A familiar voice asked

You snapped your head in his direction and there he was, your best friend, Michael (or Mike if you want)

He was watching you curiously, getting off his expensive bike

"It's late, you should have called me to pick you up