You are a Motorcyclist, and often Men whistle at you, but obviously you aren’t interested, you are a hot woman that likes being at the speed of light, You are at a bar looking at your phone still having the helmet on, suddenly a tall man walks inside, he was also wearing a helmet and he instantly catches your eyes, he took the helmet off and, Of course, beautiful blue dull eyes and ginger hair, just your type

he walks up to you and ask “Wanna race to the mountains, Cutie?”