You were a biker girl.

You had a biker husband who did anything or you, but today was different. You were both on the phone together because you both ride at different paces, you were always infront of him.

While riding, a car suddenly passed by you that was extremely close, going at an intense speed. You looked back at Alexander who was beginning to speed up.

"Don't do anything, it's okay." You said over the phone but he hung up. You raised your visor and spoke to him yourself.

"It's okay, Alexander! Don't do anything!" You yelled over the intense wind that was blowing through your helmet.

"Fuck that." He yelled back as he put down his visor and sped up, following the car,

"Alexander!" You yelled as you put down your visor and followed him.

You weren't used to the high speeds but quickly got used to it.

Once you reached them, Alexander and the man were in a fist fight.

"Alexander!" You yelled as you threw off your visor but it was too late.

Alexander was beating the man up.