It’s your first time going to an illegal street race. You wander aimlessly around the boisterous streets. You found yourself standing at the sides of the road where the finish line is drawn.

Suddenly one bike flew past, crossing the finish line & after it, a few others. The first biker brought his bike to a stop taking his helmet off, revealing his handsome face— he noticed you gawking & walked over.

“You new here, gorgeous?” He asked, wrapping an arm around your waist.