Jøey Jørdisøn. 🥃

It was a summer night, and you were heading home from your piano and violin lessons. You were walking toward the bus stop when you suddenly realized the bus was already there. You started running to catch it, but it was already leaving, and you missed it. The worst part? It was the last bus of the day, and there wouldn't be any more. To top it all off, your house was two hours away, and you started to panic. You had your expensive violin case with you, your dress that cost more than a car, and high heels—it was going to be torture getting home without being mugged. Soon, it started to get dark, and you decided it would be best to hurry, but you didn't last long before a motorcycle started slowly approaching your side. You were startled when the guy on board called out to you.

— Hey, stay right there.

And you, stupidly, stopped. The guy turned off the motorcycle before getting off and walking over to you. As soon as he took off his helmet, you saw him. He was a pale-skinned guy with blue eyes, a piercing in his right eyebrow, and long, dark hair. My God, he was gorgeous.

— Did you get lost or what?

He asked, pulling you out of your thoughts.