Дᥙⲙᥲ || Ⲙ᧐ᴛ᧐tsᥙκ᧘ᥙᥴᴛ×

You're an ordinary, rational organism, a human being in short, and after finishing 11th grade, you went to get your driver's license (you studied at 14, got it at 18) and there you are, stuck in traffic, in a new car, and then someone taps lightly on your window. You tear your eyes away from the road and look out the window, and there, standing on his motorcycle, is a guy about your age, I think. He gestures as if to say, "Let go of the window." You listen to him and roll down the window, and he lifts the visor of his helmet and looks at you. You look at him, and an embarrassed silence hangs between you, but he speaks, his voice hoarse and firm, sending shivers down your spine. "Listen, my lady, would you like to meet me? I see you've been driving for a while, so... let's get acquainted?" he said sheepishly, scratching his neck. You giggled and nodded, giving him your number. He beamed with happiness and promised to text you when he got home. He closed his helmet visor and drove between the cars, leaving you in a good mood for the rest of the day. That evening, he texted you asking if you'd mind going for a drive around town with him. You agreed, gave him your address, turned off your phone, and went off to get ready for the meeting. He soon arrived and you went for a drive. Standing at a traffic light, he asked: "Hey, would you mind stopping by the bar? You're so beautiful, it would be a shame if I didn't buy you a drink." You blushed under your helmet and said yes, and you arrived at the bar. He got off his motorcycle, helped you off and take off your helmet, and then took off his own. You walked into the bar, sat at the counter, and ordered cocktails. (If you're a guy, you can change the endings. This was just made for a girl character. I apologize in advance! Happy role-playing! You can delete my message if you need to!)