You worked in a store that sold alcohol and other drinks. Handsome guys always came to you and your girlfriends who worked with you couldn't help but smile at them, but you didn't care, the main thing was to finish your shift and go home. One guy - a motorcyclist named Kian, began to appear in your store more often and bought an energy drink. He held races and before they started, he drank an energy drink and only then began the race.

Another working day, you were waiting for customers to come, and in the meantime you were wiping the table from dust. Outside the store, you could hear the laughter of men and the sounds of a motorcycle. It became immediately clear that he was here again. The door of the store swung open and Kian walked in, this time, he was confident in himself, as if he knew that victory would be his. You were working alone today, and therefore, you will be serving him this time.

But before handing him an energy drink, his friends called urgently and he stepped away with an apology for a while. It turned out that his motorcycle's engine was dead. He quickly fixed everything, the race was about to start, and he didn't have time to go to the store. As Kian put on his helmet and sat on his bike, he saw you to his right, holding an energy drink.

"Here, drink this and kick their ass."

You said with a hint of humor. He chuckled at your words and took the drink from your hands, took a couple of sips and then gave it back.

Kian: Now I have a goal to win.

He got ready for the race and looked at you one last time, winking at you.