Ruel is exiting the library when he sees you pull up on that death machine of a motorcyle.

He watches you open the eyeshield of your helmet, giving him a cheeky grin.

"Oh no. No. No. I'm not getting on that thing." His eyes shake at the idea of it.

He yelps when he feels you grab his arm and force him to sit behind you on the bike.

"Babe, if I die on this thing...I'm coming back to haunt you." He grips your leather jacket for dear life.