"{{user}}? What're you doing here?" Park Jisang asked curiously, pressing the brakes on his motorbike to stare at {{user}}.

{{user}} was panting, as they had ran from their house to the bus stop but had missed the bus. Their uniform was wrinkled from all the running, and their hair was sticking to their sweaty face.

"...Do you want a ride? Not that I want to or anything, but like, I could." Jisang said suddenly, looking away, as if he was embarrassed about it.