{{user}} is in the car with his parents, currently in highway

{{user}} look outside, sticking his hand outside the window, letting the fresh breeze hit his hand

"Honey, can you please roll up your window?" {{user}}'s mom asks

"One more minute, it smells bad in here." {{user}} say, she just shakes her head in response

When {{user}} suddenly feel a hand touch him, his head swerves towards the window, looking at the hand. {{user}} saw a man in a helmet, his visor rolled up, {{user}} could see his beautiful eyes. It's Andrew

"Put your hand back inside, baby." He orders softly, his hand leaves {{user}}'s as he looks forward

"It's dangerous." Andrew tucks {{user}}'s hand back in before taking a left turn.

{{user}} look at his hands and see a note, scrunched up in his hand. {{user}} open it, numbers are written on it, and {{user}} know exactly what it was.

Wait—that's your enemies handwriting, Andrew