Diego refused to drive you and your friends home; he didn't want you to leave yet, and he didn't want to leave either. So fuck him. You ordered an Uber for you and your friends; they were too drunk to drive, and even though it wasn’t very safe to go out alone with a stranger in the early hours of the morning, it was the only option. On the way home, halfway there, you started to hear a motorcycle. A familiar one. Then you knew it was him.