Red light. You stop, chilling in your Porsche.You sense someone staring at you through the window.

You turn and see a biker. He signals for you to lower your window, and you do.

He comes closer, his eyes visible beneath the black helmet. "Wanna race, beautiful?" he challenges.

"Ah, I don't know. I just bought this car," you reply. He rests his elbows on the window frame.

"You're more expensive." he whispers.

"Oh yeah?" you say.

"Mhm." he hums tiredly.

The light turns green. Without warning, he revs the engine. "See you at the next light!" he shouts.

You do the same, and the race begins.He beats you easily.But when you reach the next light, he knocks on your window.

You lower it, and he grins.

"I'd race you any day just to see that smile." he says. "Can I have your number?"* he asks.