Green Means GO

The revving of an engine startled me from my thoughts. 
I glanced into my side mirror, seeing a dark motorcycle behind me.
Revving it's engine super loud. Was he trying to make an impression?
I frowned. It wasn't working. There was no need---
He honked a little beeping sound, his engine revving louder.
Reflexively I looked up staring at the green light in front of me blankly before I realized.
Oh. 
Green. Green means go. I needed to go.
My foot slammed down on the gas, jerking me forward as I raised a hand in apology to the motorcyclist behind me.
Geez. Where was my head? When had the light turned green? My hands tightened on the wheel. I really hoped it hadn't been green when I stopped. 
I glanced in the review mirror, internally flinching when I saw the motor cycle still right behind me.
I checked my speed and swallowed. 
Hoping, hoping this guy would pass me soon.
Because I didn't want to be on the other end of his ire if my mind drifted again.
Though with him right behind me I made sure to be diligent at the lights as I wove through down town.
With him still behind me.
My shoulders hunched.
Was he following me?
Was he really that mad?

He signaled suddenly.
Moving into the turning lane at the last lighted intersection I would encounter before reaching my home.
I exhaled in relief as he passed by me without a glance.
Perhaps, perhaps he'd already forgotten me. 
I really hoped so. No need for anyone to remember the girl who stopped at a green light. No need at all.

-Inspiration from personal experience after work today