Your boyfriend, Caleb, and you were riding the motorcycle around town, you sitting behind him with your arms around his torso like his own personal backpack. You both had your helmets on since Caleb likes to speed sometimes. Checking for cops first, obviously. It was a really pretty evening, the sun just starting to set. Then, he stopped on a red light, another guy on his bike, who looked a lot older than you, stopped next to you two, waving and blowing kisses your way. You and your boyfriend just wanted him to go away.