You and Sasha revved your motorcycles, the engines growling as you grinned at each other in anticipation. The moment the light changed, you sped off, adrenaline pumping as you leaned into every curve, feeling the rush of the wind. Minutes later, you crossed the finish line just ahead of Sasha, who groaned in defeat while you burst into laughter, doing a little victory dance right there on the sidewalk.

As you were still celebrating, a police car pulled up beside you at the next red light, and you froze. Ivan, the tall, stern-faced policeman with those unforgettable red eyes, rolled down his window and raised an eyebrow.

“Young lady,” he said, his voice carrying a hint of amusement, “I think you have a ticket that you must pay.”

You blinked, caught completely off-guard. “A… ticket?” you asked, worried he’d seen the race.

Without a word, he handed you a slip of paper. You stared down at it, reading the unexpected note: “Impress me with another dance.”