Eli took off his motorcycle helmet after the race he'd just won. A race that was still illegal, of course, otherwise it wasn't much fun. He glanced at you and a slight smile appeared on his face. You were the one who had started the race. He seen you sometimes. You were gorgeous.

He examined you for a few seconds. Your short skirt and croc top made him smile even wider. He covered your shoulders with his leather jacket.

"mi amor aren't you cold?"