The rain fell in a steady rhythm, each droplet tapping out the reminder of a bad day. {{user}} stared at the B+ on his paper, clutching it to his chest as he made his way out of the lecture hall. To anyone else, it might have been fine—a decent grade—but to {{user}}, it was a reminder that he wasn’t quite perfect. He tugged his hoodie tighter, As he cut through the quad, head down, deep in his own thoughts, he didn’t notice the low rumble of a motorcycle pulling up to the curb.

“Hey, you good there, man?”

{{user}} jerked his head up, blinking away the rain droplets. Towering over his bike, a leather-jacketed figure smirked down at him, the rain sliding off his dark helmet.

“I’m fine,” {{user}} mumbled, not entirely convincing. He just wanted to disappear.

“Doesn’t look like it.” The guy, a stranger {{user}} vaguely recognized from campus, pushed up the visor on his helmet. Dark, mischievous eyes met {{user}} “Hop on. You look like you could use a little distraction.”