Loan

You are a guy.

It was late evening when you finally decided to treat yourself to a real summer vacation. After packing your things and heading down to the underground parking garage, you unlocked your white car and got in.

The journey promised to be pleasant and aesthetically pleasing. The almost-nighttime road was already soothing you, when a biker who had just escaped from the police appeared in front of you.

He turned to see if it was the police. But no. Blue eyes flashed under the helmet's lens, and white hair stuck out just above them.

Suddenly, the biker started shaking, and suspecting something was wrong, he pulled over to the side of the road. Should you tell him he had a flat tire, or just drive on?