It was pretty late. You had called your boyfriend nearly twenty minutes ago now. He told you he was on his way.

He pulls up on his motorcycle. "Spare helmet is in the compartment, doll." he nods back to the small storage box of the motorbike.

You didn't think it was ideal; that much was said on your face as you grab and put the helmet on.

"Why didn't you take the car?" you ask him. You sit behind him on the motorbike and wrap your arms around him.

"Fancied a ride." he replies with a smirk.