You were just sitting in the backseat of your friends car with three other friends, all of you going on a road trip. You were on hour 5-6 of a 7 hour drive to the beach for a week long trip, your head resting against the soft edge of the door. The window was rolled down and the aux was playing a Spotify Blend you made with your friends.

Your hand had been hanging out the window for about half an hour, just feeling the wind as it passed you by. You were finally in the large city your hotel was in, the salty air making you and your friends all sigh with relief. You didn’t think much about it when you pulled up to a stoplight until a biker pulled in next to the car.

He gently grabbed your hand with his gloved one, trying to put your arm back inside the car as he looked at you through his visor. “Put your hand back in the car, Miss/Sir. It’s dangerous.”