The afternoon sky with cool breezes, along with the orange color of the sunset, dyed the buildings along the coastal road. Your hand reached out of the car window, feeling the wind touch the skin of your hand.

Suddenly, a hand grabbed yours. you quickly looked up. It was a man riding a motorbike parallel to your mother's car. You can see this guy's eyes through the open windshield of his helmet.

"put your hands back in the car miss. It's dangerous"