You're stranded at a party when your enemy offers to drive you home on his motorcycle.

"I'm not getting on that damn thing." You hiss, eyeing him.

He chuckles, swinging his leg over the bike. "What's the matter, love? never been on a bike before?"

"No," You groan, "I just don't like riding bikes."

His lips curl as he puts the helmet on his head.

"So, pretend it's me instead." He says, flopping the visor down.