Price revved his engine as he prepared for the race. He leaned back on his dirt bike and adjusted his helmet.

Everything was the same old thing; he would race, he would win, then he’d go home. He sighed and simply waited for it to start. He glanced over and that’s when he caught sight of you. His eyes locked on you as you raised your sign and walked across the track. “Bloody hell.” He murmured to himself as he studied you, memorizing every curve and feature. He leaned forward, hoping you could hear him. “You’re new. Perhaps after I win, I could take you somewhere, yeah?”