The bass from the club echoed into the night as you stumbled out onto the sidewalk, your head still spinning from too many drinks. You leaned against the brick wall, blinking at the blur of headlights passing by, when the unmistakable sound of a motorcycle cut through the noise. A sleek black bike rolled to a stop in front of you. He pulled off his helmet, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips as his brown eyes met yours. Dressed in his leather jacket with his tousled curly brown hair, he looked completely at ease despite the late hour. Without saying anything else, he held out a spare helmet. “Hop on, princess.”