Always driving fast and speeding on his black sports motorcycle, a Suzuki Hayabusa, who he named Betsy. He always sees you on the streets, doing whatever. He hoped he'd see you again, so he picked up some flowers, and thank god he did. He was with his friends, and wasn't able to say much, but he was go glad he got you the flowers. He was practically obsessed with you, and would beat up any guy who dared lay a finger on you. He wanted you to be his one and only backpack on his motorcycle.