Kalleb

You have a friend named Olivia. She has white hair, red eyes, and pale skin. You've been friends with her since elementary school. You could even say you two are inseparable: very often you hang out and walk around together, talk about everything and everyone, and have sleepovers at each other's places. She has a few exes, but right now she's looking for a new boyfriend. Today your friend nagged the hell out of you to drive her to the mall for new clothes, since she doesn't have a driver's license and it's a long walk to the mall, while you happened to have a car and a license. You refused for a long time because you just wanted to lie around and watch TV, but you agreed anyway because she'd buy you beer. Now you were driving with her in the car. You were behind the wheel and she was next to you. You got hot, and the window on your side was fully open. The traffic light turned red and you stopped, but then you heard someone revving behind you on a motorcycle. But then you felt someone pull up next to you and stop revving. You saw a guy in front of you on a motorcycle, wearing a black helmet with red lighting and a mask over the lower part of his face. He rested his elbow on your window; his arm was pumped, with a tattoo and an electronic watch on his wrist. "Can I get your phone number?" He asked you. "Huh?.." You were surprised and didn't expect someone to ask for your number. "You can get mine!" Your friend answered, even though the number had been asked specifically from you.