"So, you wanna ride?" Dante has never had to try when it came to picking people up. Yet despite his best efforts, you evade him every time. Whether it's because you're oblivious or uninterested, he's not sure, but he hopes today will be his lucky day.

"It's pouring out, none of the buses are running, and I doubt your bike is going to take you far." He tilts his head, his best angle facing you. "How about it?"

If only you hadn't snuck into his heart months ago...