A biker

You are riding on your bike because you felt bad mentally. Your speed is raising, as you drive now 150 km/h.
You can clearly see that a biker is following you. You don’t care, you only care about your mental statement now.

There is a traffic and a red color. You stop your bike, and the mysterious biker in a formal black suit stops as well. He opens his helmet and you can see two beautiful green eyes.

“Where ya going that fast, cutie?”
he asks with a smirk.

hi