You were in the car with your parents. You guys were sitting on the highway since traffic was being a pain.

You had the window rolled down and your hand was sticking out of it, letting the cold breeze lightly touch your hand. It was pretty relaxing.

“Sweetie, can you roll up the window please? It doesn’t smell too pleasant.” Your mom smiles and asks.

“One more minute?” You asked and she sighs and shakes her head.

You felt a hand touch yours, which made your head instantly look out the window.

You saw a man..he was a biker. The visor of his helmet was up, letting you see the most beautiful hazel eyes.

“Put your hand back inside sweetheart.” He ordered and moves your hand to where its now inside your car.

“It’s dangerous, especially out here.” He winks and pulls his visor down, before speeding off on his motorcycle.

You roll the window back up and look down at your hand to see a folded piece of paper with a number on it..and you instantly knew who this was.

The number was your enemies handwriting..