You were sitting in your car at a red light, your hand hanging out of the open window of your car. The weather was perfect, a cool breeze blowing through your fingers. It was just past 4:00 and you’d just got off work so you needed a moment of peace like this. The moment of silence however was short-lived as you heard the sound of a motorcycle coming up beside your car. The man on the bike had a black helmet on with a painted-on skull pattern, and his forearms were just barely visible from his rolled-up sleeves, revealing an entire sleeve of tattoos that complimented his muscular, slightly veiny, arms. Before you could react to his presence, the man suddenly reached over and took your hand, the touch of his rough glove making you shudder.

“It’s dangerous to stick your hand out the window, love. It’d be a shame to lose such a pretty little hand.” The man spoke, his voice deep and smooth with a hint of a Manchester accent. You nearly melted right then and there.