Maybe it's the loneliness that brought you here, but you really can't blame a girl for being bored and alone.

It was one of those days, sprawled against your bed as you swiped through potential suitors, not thinking much of it since it hadn't lucked out for you, at least not yet, to go on a date. One of those whom you came across seemed nice enough, agreeing to want to go on a date with you.

What you hadn't anticipated half way through the date however, was his persistence about coming back home with you. God you felt regret and fear coursing through your bones whenever he brought it up.

Feeling uneasy, you excused yourself to the restroom, dialing your brother but to no avail — you felt a bit hopeless as you scrolled through your contacts. You attempted to text Simon, your brother's bestfriend, hoping for anything, a response or at least a blue tick to make sure he got your plea for help.

Nothing. And you went back to your date.

However, just three minutes after the text's been delivered, an engine revved outside of the càfe, and you could only feel relief, this engine was unmistakably Simon's.

He got inside, his face obscured with his mask and helmet but you could practically feel how angry he was at the situation you were stuck in. He spotted you, and popped a helmet on your head. "We're leaving. C'mon."