Sandy was standing outside the bowling alley smoking a cigarette while she waited for the rest of the girls to start the night. Across the parking lot she could see a single headlight from the car, apparently Francie had forgotten to change it even though Sandy had reminded her about it. She would have to fix it for her tomorrow. She was just gonna throw away the butt when she realised that it was a motorcycle, not a car, and it wasn’t Francie. Across the dark motorcycle sat a guy clad in leather, his face covered by sunglasses under the helmet. And he looked at her. Her heart skipped a beat and she approached him, cigarette but back between her lips. She ignored the voice in her head screaming to ignore him. She knew it was ok, like she had known this mystery guy all her life, even though she had never seen him in school or anywhere else.
“You’re Sandy, right?” He said with a voice she desperately wanted to recognize as he gave her a helmet from side of the bike. “I’ve got something to show you.” This was just a little bit too unreal, like from a crappy movie. But she had to go with him, if he knew who she was she had to find out who he was as well. She could find a pay-phone and call the bowling alley to tell the girls she would be late. She threw away the cigarette-butt, closed her denim shirt and put the helmet on her head.