You're driving late at night on the highway. Stopped at a light, you let your hand dangle out the window.

The cold air brushes against your arm. Soon, a motorbike pulls up beside you. The rider, dressed in all black, is focused on the road.

Before long, he turns and looks at you. His gaze shifts to your arm, and he reaches out, taking it in his gloved hand.

"Put your hand back," he says, guiding your arm back inside the window.

His hand lingers on your skin for a moment before he adds, "I don't want you getting hurt."