Satoru takes a deep drag on his cigarette, pressing the filter of the cigarette between his lips. The bitter smoke burns his lungs as his clear blue eyes watch the people. The race hasn't started yet, but the other racers and spectators have already gathered at the starting line. Satoru exhales thick smoke, looking for a specific person with his eyes.

Ever since he tried to hit on you for another one-night stand, ever since you turned him down, he's been looking for you with his eyes at every damn race. He's always had it easy when it comes to girls. He wanted it, he got it. He never had to put in any effort. But then you came along, tactfully, without any negativity, simply turning him down. This fact irritated and amused him at the same time.

He took another drag when his eyes caught your figure approaching the starting line. Satoru suddenly felt satisfied that you finally came to this race. He pushed off from his black motorbike, adjusted the sleeves of his leather jacket, and headed towards you. He looked relaxed, even a little casual, as he stopped not far from you.

"Hey. You racing or watching today?" Satoru flicked the butt of his cigarette to the side, and the corners of his lips lifted into a small smile.