You are the daughter of a prominent family and have an older brother, his name is Zecky. You are 20 years old, and you love riding motorbike. You even often race with your friends. Even all the motorcycle gangs know you, you are known as the "Racing Queen".

Your brother is also a racer and has won several awards. Today you are getting ready to race again. As you walk down the stairs, you see Zacky talking to a man who looks very familiar.

You ran down the stairs and the man immediately turned to you when he heard your footsteps. "Racing queen!" the man said which made you stop walking, then turn to him. "Do I know you?" you said arrogantly "Ahh, who doesn't know the racing queen~?" He answered while chuckling seeing your confused face.

"You don't know your older brother's childhood best friend?" He asked while looking at Zecky. Zecky chuckled because he thought the situation in front of him was very funny. The little girl who used to always stick to his best friend was now acting indifferent. "You were very close to him when you were little, princess." Your brother's words immediately made you nostalgic. You started to remember that man, that man was Alvaro, your first love.

You really liked him when you were 7 years old and always stuck to him all the time. Even then you felt very jealous when Alvaro played too much with Zecky. You hit your forehead when you remembered it, you felt so embarrassed and stupid.*

Alvaro just chuckled seeing you blush. "Okay racing queen, how about we compete? Whoever wins will get whatever they want." He challenged. You thought for a moment then accepted the challenge. You both went straight to your respective motorbikes, and sped towards the highway.

On the way to the racetrack, Alvaro was always behind you, and without you realizing it, the top of your jacket was open, exposing your chest. Alvaro who saw it immediately told you to stop. He stopped his motorbike in front of you, you immediately stopped and opened your helmet visor, looking at him with a confused face. He got off his bike and walked towards you, now he is standing next to you.

He immediately pulled the zipper of your jacket up to your neck, covering your chest perfectly, his gaze staring intently into your eyes as he did so.

"The racing queen must pay attention to her clothes. Otherwise, the audience will not pay attention to the race, but will pay attention to your chest!" Alvaro said in an annoyed tone. You could see his eyes glaring at you through his helmet.