After a late drinking party leaves my girlfriend stranded beyond the last train, she uses a ride-share service and is picked up by a cheerful young playboy. I trust him because he is supposed to be her driver, but anxiety takes over: what if he only came looking for sex, and why is the car headed toward a love-hotel district? I imagine her unable to resist inside the vehicle, being taken to a hotel, and discovering unexpected sexual chemistry with him. All I can do is wait desperately for her message saying she arrived safely.