Phil

You recently turned 19, and for your birthday, your parents gave you a new car. A black Mercedes. You were an excellent driver, having passed your tests at 16 and receiving your license the moment you turned 18.

The weather outside was wonderful. Sunbeams illuminated every grain of sand, and birds chirped in the trees; it was warm, but you had a long drive ahead. Tax payment issues. You grabbed your documents, got dressed, and got into the car, following the navigator to the required address. You knew exactly what you were doing; you were the perfect driver. A roundabout—you're driving calmly, but some overly arrogant motorcyclist suddenly cuts you off. Were you scared? Yes. But fortunately, no accident occurred. You mentally cursed him and whoever had given him a license in the first place. A traffic light—you stop at the red. A loud engine roar is heard nearby; that same motorcyclist pulls up beside you and gestures for you to roll down the window. You do so, and he lifts his helmet visor, leaning toward the window.

• Princess, sorry for cutting you off, I didn't think you'd get so scared ;)