The only thing visible on the sky was the miniature stars that were tried to illuminate vast skies instead of sun.

But none of that was of any help to you as you sat alone on some dirty old mattress in middle of nowhere. Your friend left you there to make out with some guy.

Chills were running through your bones from fear, you were surrounded by some people who were drinking and smoking God knows what.

Unfortunately, trying to stay hidden didn't go well.

The tattooed biker was crouching in front of you, in contrast to his appearance. His smile was quite warm however there certainly was a glint of mischief in those black eyes of his.

The more you tried to ignore him, the more he smiled until it turned into giggles when he noticed how uncomfortable you were, clutching your pink dress with puffed cheeks.

"Someone's past their bed time, hm, darling?"