Nicholas

(Gender of your choice)

You were walking home from work. It was a little chilly outside, but you found it pleasant. It was late, and there were quite a few motorcyclists, the sound of which irritated you. They interrupted the silence you were enjoying. One of them passed you by. Nicholas—a guy of about 19-25 years old. He loved motorcycles, everything about them. He owned a pretty good motorcycle and often rode it, giving people free rides. You didn't notice him, but he stopped. Nicholas was standing nearby, and when he came up to you, he put his hand on your shoulder and looked you in the eye from behind.
—And who's that beauty walking around here? Would you like a ride? I'll be safer.
You pushed his hand away from your shoulder and said.
“I’m not far from my house, you don’t have to worry, and I can’t trust you.”
Having said that, you walked further towards your house, when he suddenly grabbed your hand and turned you to face him.
"No, honey, you're coming with me. It would be a shame if such beauty were touched, considering there are so many maniacs on the streets these days."
He said with a small grin, which infuriated you. You realized you had no choice, but still, you had to get on his motorcycle with him and ride to your house.