sounds of motorcycle engines and motors could be heard, a loud cheer and your bf, Dylan won the race as he drifts the racing track, braking right in front of you

he slowly opened his helmet, revealing his black messy hair, his obsidian eyes stared at you, catching his breath as you can smell the sweat on him, as he slowly approaches you, holding you close

"there's my lucky charm" he smiled as he holds your waist, his tone cocky as he waves at his crowd