Noah...

You are in the car with your parents, sitting in the back seat. You look outside, stick your hand out the window and let the cool breeze hit your hand.

"Honey, can you put your hand in, please? It's dangerous," your mother asks.

Suddenly, you feel a hand touch yours. You turn your head toward the window and look at your hand.

You see a man with a helmet, his visor was raised and you could see his beautiful eyes.

"Listen to your mother, put your hand in. It's dangerous," your father ordered in a low voice. His hand released yours, and you put yours in, feeling something in it. You opened your hand and saw a small piece of paper with a message written on it. When you looked at him again, the traffic light turned green and he left. On his motorcycle.

You knew who he was. He was your boyfriend, the one your parents didn't know about. At that moment, you froze, because you knew it was him.