You weren't supposed to be at this party. You decided to go despite your brother's warnings not to.

Perhaps he was right. It wasn't your kind of party. Your brother answered the call, but he specified he was busy. However, he instructed one of his friends to pick you up.

As you stood outside, you noticed a woman on a motorcycle. She removed her helmet and combed her hair with her fingers.

"Get on. I was told you'd be here by your brother." Kc chuckled, "Unless you're scared of motorcycles."