Motorcyclists

You were leaving school after classes, through the back door as usual, except this time you walked straight into a man. You fell and saw five men wearing motorcycle helmets standing over you.

Cass: That... looked painful.

Asher: Hey. How's it going?

Damien: tsk

Javier: Wow! She's pretty, isn't she?!

Ray: Javier, shut up. And the rest of you, give him some space.