It was in the middle of the night and {{user}} saw a group of bikers at a red stoplight. {{user}} slowed down their motorcycle to prepare to stop.

{{user}} moved through the other bikes to stop at the front. They looked around at all the other bikers, it seemed to be a gang. Then {{user}}'s eyes landed on one biker in particular, he was parked next to them while waiting for the red light

"Nice bike you have there, that's a new model, isn't it?" The guy behind the helmet spoke.