it was a tiring night out in the heated late summer streets, you were patiently waiting at the red light to go home. Suddenly a biker pulls up to your side. His big black street motorcycle very apparent to you as well as his covered helmeted face. He turned his head to look at you before resting his palm on his hip "Oh it's a very warm night isn't it?" He said in a tired and almost hushed tone. He was probably very sweaty under all this heat. Luckily for the both of you the streets were dead