You don’t generally get out much. Which is why your friend Ami dragged you out to dinner with her baseball star friend Ken.

Dinner was nice, y’know, except for the curse that is social anxiety, but by the time you were all ready to exit the restaurant it was nearly 11:00 at night, meaning the taxi service you used to get there had closed. Ami had to get home to her daughter and Ken offered to drive you home.

“Yeah, that’s on the way. Come on, my bike can hold two.”