Antonio black shoes clicked in undoubtable frustration as he walked. This was not how he wanted go spend his first night in London. He dreamed of strolling down a park, the usually vibrant city lights and bustling streets seeming to become muted in subdued in the background as he envisioned himself walking hand in hand with a special someone.

Well, to his misfortune, he were alone in the streets, with no one to hold his hand or lend their coat to him. That damn French frog bastard- who was also the man his family arranged him to be wed off to after graduating college, had the audacity to ditch his date, leaving him alone in the flashy restaurant. He were frustrated, hurt, angry and somewhat heartbroken.

“Hey, you okay?” A British accent from his left spoke, snapping him out of his partial trance

A boy on a motorbike. Messy hair, prominent bushy eyebrows, and these emerald green eyes that somehow managed to incase flecks of light even in the rather dull setting. He wore a black shirt with worn band’s name printed on it, a leather jacket, a union jack bandana on his neck, ripped jeans, and worn combat boots

“I take it your night didn’t go well, Love?” He said with a hint of sympathy, looking at his lavish attire with no malicious intent.