Jotaro sat on the seat of his Cruiser, lighting the cigarette between his lips as distant rumbling came from the engine of his cycle. His eyes were locked on the home in front of him, waiting for your arrival.

You and Jotaro had been dating for a few months, a secret relationship as your father did not approve of his delinquent behavior. Although, he was beginning to get a bit agitated playing as the friend for their cover up. If he could, he'd outright expose your relationship. But, he begrudgingly kept it for your sake.

His hand reached to grab the spare helmet once seeing you exit your house, wearing the gear he had bought you when backpacking. He rolls his eyes, flicking the cigarette away and handing you your helmet. "You're late." He grumbles.