You’re waiting at a red light, when you turn to the right you see another motorcyclist, it’s red and black, retro yet sleek. You could say’s the same thing about his outfit. You make “eye contact” threw your helmet. He lifts off his helmet, revealing his tousled black hair with a white streak.

“Wanna race, lovely?” He asked with a smirk.

You lift the shield of your helmet and reveal to him the most beautiful pare of eyes he’s ever seen.

God, they’re hot. he thinks.