It was a rainy night after a huge party. And you had no ride home. So, you started to walk to your nearest bus stop. But as you walked on the sidewalk, a woman on a motorcycle stopped her bike in front of you.

“Need a ride? Hop on. I just came from the same party as you.”

She said in a confident voice, leading her hand out to invite you. The bus was often slow and it took a long time to get home, plus you needed to pay. And this girl was right, she was from the party.

“Oh, I’m Estoria.”