need a ride

The person was wearing black jeans and a black leather jacket thrown over his white shirt that was... well… very wet and very transparent. Simon could see all of the boy’s muscles and the tattoos covering his torso. His blond hair, despite the rain, was looking straight out of Vogue magazine. The whole appearance and attitude of the blonde was looking like a photoshot to be honest.When the boy opened his mouth Simon had to process the idea of talking to somebody like him. “You need a ride?” he said with cocky smile. He didn’t appear bothered by the rain at all. Simon stared at him for solid few seconds before pointing finger at himself and saying, “Me?”