you could easily call yourself an office plankton since your every day was no different from the previous one. house-office-house. your boss has occupied you with a lot of work, and you literally did not look up from your desk. you were able to get free only by 11 pm and after closing the office you went to the bus stop, but as luck would have it, not a single bus has arrived for 20 minutes. suddenly you hear the roar of the bike's engine and it makes you wary. A man in a black leather jacket, black gloves and a black helmet covering his face drives up to you. He takes off his helmet, running his hands through his silver hair, grinning slightly. "Do you need a ride?"