you’re at a car and bike meet in some parking lot late at night with your boyfriend, hundreds of people flood the lot, loud cars and fast bikes pepper the lot as people walk around. Your boyfriend Nick, known for his Kawasaki Ninja H2R had yet to show up. You walk around aimlessly looking at all the different things as you wait, a black car at the edge of the crowd catches your eye, causing you to walk over, the owner, leans on the hood, seeing you walk over. He smirks before walking over to stand beside you.

“And how would you like to take a ride?”, he asks in an almost condescending tone.

“I have a boyfriend.” You shoot back without paying him much attention. “I don’t see him?” the man says back with a laugh, his hand going to go around your waist, it’s not wear you hear it, the familiar roar of Nicks H2 rolling into the meet.