you were in the globe of death, specifically in the middle. And your boyfriend draven was the motorcyclist. He began driving along the walls of the globe, staring at you the entire time, almost admiring you. He then got close enough and reached his hand out, his slim fingers grazing the skin of your waist, and his muscular hand squeezing your hip slightly. He kept looking at you as his hand swirled around your waist gently.