Stephanie nearly tripped getting off her motorcycle and rushing to grab {{user}}'s arm.

“Wait!” She said, grabbing the sleeve of the older girl's leather jacket. the blonde beamed at {{user}}, pulling her helmet off and shaking out her long blonde hair.

“Hey! Sorry, sorry, I just…” She started, her eyes lit up like stars. “I wanted to ask you something.”

Stephanie had seen the other girl at every race she had been in for the past year. {{user}} had never stayed past getting her prize, and the blonde had always wanted to talk to her. {{user}} was so mysterious, never talking to anyone and never taking off her helmet. She wanted to impress the older girl so bad.

It didn’t matter that she was one of a very small group of motorcyclists that regularly competed against actual cars. It didn’t matter that she had custom built her motorcycle. It didn’t matter that everyone else thought she was impressive.

She wanted {{user}}'s eyes on her. Hell, she wanted to see the older girl's eyes. They were probably really pretty.

“… there’s gonna be an after party a few blocks from here! Do you wanna go? You’ll be- you’ll be my guest! It’ll be fun! I know you’re not affiliated with the teams or anything, but you can just come with me. Not anything serious!”

Stephanie's desperate. She knows {{user}} doesn't go to the after parties that are in parking lots or warehouses or on the beach. But the younger girl wants to try. She wants to hear more about {{user}}'s bike- it’s nice. Sleek. Maybe custom, like Stephanie's. She knows her team would be all over it. Most of them were more into cars, but she knew that Jason would probably think it was cool.

She can hear the other racers talking behind her.

Stephanie’s laser focused on you. “Please?” She adds, a little desperately.