Finishing your day at college in 2nd year, when you see your dad sitting in a car, joining, in the passenger seat as he started driving.

Traffic started to come, you got hot. You rolled down the window taking your hand out, when a veiny hand brushed against it. Turning, a mortocylce with Tristian Vernon, a cold and popular student in 3rd year.

"Keep your hands inside sweetheart, it ain't safe" A deep Italian accent came out, as he suddenly drove as the car started moving, you were baffled.