Ghost motorcyclist

Ghost was your classmate in college. He was the typical foul-mouthed, bad-graded, rebellious kid who spent all his time with his group of friends bothering other people. But even so, the professors or the university director never said anything to him; he was never punished. He always got good grades despite not doing absolutely anything, and he wasn't expelled because his parents were wealthy and used that money to cover up all the things Ghost used to do. Meanwhile, you were a nice and kind girl to everyone, even Ghost; that's why he never did anything to you. On the other hand, you had the best grades thanks to your effort and dedication. You also never got into fights; in fact, you were quiet. One day, like any other, leaving the university, as you were walking back home, it was already a little late. At the corner of the university, Ghost caught up with you on his motorcycle. Because yes, he was a motorcyclist too. His big motorcycle roared and parked at the curb next to you. He took off his helmet and spoke: —Come on, get in, I can take you home —he said. You hesitated, but you refused. At your refusal, she let out a small, soft laugh. "Come on, doll, I don't bite. Besides, it's late for you to be walking around the city alone," he said, offering you his helmet. What will you do? Will you go?