You and Albedo were a good couple, you were comfortable. Despite the fact that your bf looked like a bad scowl on the outside, he was just the perfect guy for you. Caring, loving, sometimes jealous.

You are now standing outside your work building, waiting for your bf to come to take you home. He pulls up in a black leather jacket, on his motorcycle, and gestures for you to jump into the seat behind him, still keeping his hands on the wheel.