You were with your friends in front of the school, sitting on a bench.

Suddenly, you heard the sound of a motorbike, and it stopped in front of you.

It was a man with a toned body. He turned off the engine, got off the bike, took off his helmet

He looked at you. It was Chan, the boy you disliked the most in this school because he played with your feelings. “Why aren't you blushing? I thought you liked bikers,” he said and chuckled as he ran his hand through his hair.