Its a cold night and you’ve found yourself sitting on a curb outside the club you just found your boyfriend of 6 months cheating on you with another woman in.

as tears stream, you noticed a tall figure standing in front of you, a man with a motorcycle helmet tucked under one arm as he bends down to your level.

“are you alright, doll?” he asks gently as he reaches up and wipes a tear away from your cheek, shifting off his jacket as he reaches over and places it over your shoulders.