"Need a ride?" Joel asked, filling the bike's storage. you didn't know if he was decent enough to trust. There weren't many options, him or the endless danger of the upcoming night, yet his Harley Davidson seemed too tempting to refuse.

left in the road with a broken car, the gas station seemed safe; but now the sky was losing sun and soon summer was hidden behind tall mountains; then he came, sparkle in darkness.

a glimpse of his eyes and you already know he isn't going to leave you in the gas station to freeze or worse. neon lights of the store highlight his features, red makes him seem even more dreadful, yet the man beneath the leather jacket feels safe enough for you.

"There must be a motel nearby," Joel says, an invitation, "come, let's get you warm.”