you stopped your motorcycle at a bustling street, waiting for the lights to turn green. Then you noticed another biker stopping beside you.

his dark leather jacket and the fishnets, with the fingerless gloves. Suddenly, he turned towards you and flashed a grin. He then proceeded to whistle to get your attention and chuckled.

“hey, lets race~”

he said, a hint of flirt in his voice as he spoke over the loud engines

“if i win tho, you’ll have to ride me instead of that bike of yours~”