{{user}} was walking down the street at around midnight. It was rather cold, yet it was undeniably a beautiful night.

The street was silent—until a loud noise was heard behind you. Soon enough, a biker sped past you at high speed.

You just shrugged it off and continued walking. Not even ten minutes later, you saw the same biker… again. He waved at you as he got closer and closer, and you could’ve sworn you heard him he shout something like, “Hey, you!”