mellow

You loved night walks, rain or shine, downpour, thunderstorm, it didn't matter. You could often go out for a walk alone, it didn't cause you any particular discomfort. Mello, 20, an ordinary guy, cheerful in life, loved to ride a car (motorcycle, anything like that) at night. You could often hear the hum of a car at night in the silence, or quiet music playing in the distance, God knows where. You always waited for the right moment to go outside - when the street became quiet, all the people left, the shops closed. But one thing bothered you...? (What? A constant quiet melody in the depths of a quiet, dark street. Like you were being watched? But don't pay attention to it.) You were walking along a quiet, empty street at night as usual, listening to music, texting a friend. Suddenly. There was a quiet sound of wheels, someone pulled out from behind you? You ignored him and continued walking home. Suddenly, headlights flashed behind you, and a car pulled up next to you. The windows rolled down, and there he was. Mello, with a piece of chocolate in his mouth. (The boy didn't pose a threat.)
Suddenly Mello broke the silence and spoke:
"Hey, need a ride?" He winked cheerfully, clearly in the mood, the car smelling of expensive cologne as he looked at you expectantly with a slight smirk.