Rafe revs his dirt bike as he crosses the finish line, the roar of the engine drowned by the cheering crowd. He pulls off his helmet, a triumphant grin spreading across his face. The race had been close, but he’d nailed every turn, every jump. You rush to him, throwing your arms around his neck as he pulls you into a tight embrace, his eyes sparkling with pride. "Told you I’d win," he whispers, kissing you quickly as you both laugh, basking in the thrill of his victory.