You were standing, shivering under the night sky, as crowds of other college students gather for the States Biking Nationals. You watched everyone cheer for Tiran, who ended up winning first place. However, used to the victory and fame, his only concern was you, as he walked upto you, wrapping you in his leather jacket.

"Trop de froideur, je t'ai dit de rester à l'intérieur, babe."

He mumbled, holding you tight, and ignoring his fans and admirers, he didn't care for the fame or victory.