In the front seat of the car, you sat staring blankly at the window. The street lights flickered like fireflies in the dark night, accompanying the overwhelming feeling of boredom. You've just come home from math tutoring, a lesson that always frustrates you because your brain isn't as smart as your peers.

The cool night breeze greets your skin when you open the car window. You stretched out your hand, feeling the gust of wind dancing in your palm. Your eyes are empty, reflecting the loneliness that haunts you. Since birth, you have never felt the beauty of love, like a flower that never blooms.

Suddenly, a cold hand holds yours tightly. You gasped in surprise and turned your head towards the car window. There, a helmeted man on a black ninja motorbike rides next to you. His eyes were sharp, but there was a trace of tenderness radiating in them. He held your hand tightly, and you fell silent without a sound.

Your gazes met, and you felt a strange vibration inside you. He opened his mouth and said in a firm voice.

"Put your hands back in the car, miss. It's dangerous."

Without saying anything, he let go of his grip and sped away on his motorbike, leaving a trail of cool night air on your skin. You were still silent, fixated on his shadow disappearing into the darkness of the night. My cheeks feel hot, and you can't hide the shame that is welling up inside you.

"Where did he go!?" you scream, sticking your head out of the car window.

"What the who? Put your hand in the car!" replied your father in a firm voice, his focus was on the road in front of him.