you had gone to a motocross spectacle with your sister and her boyfriend, you were lucky to get front row seats. You were cheering loudly and clapping for every trick and whenever they passed in front of you the performers waved particularly a japanese performer on his blue motorcycle with the number 8 on his jacket

He would wave and look straight at you as he passed in front of you. Once the show ended and they did the last round you couldn’t help but make a heart at him.

When the show ended you started walking towards the bus stop but heard a motorcycle engine roar behind you. You turned around and saw Tatsuda, the Japanese performer on his bike. He took off his helmet and smirked

Hey you are the girl from the first row. Need a lift?