You were attending a pretty big car meet, not caring that you owned a motorcycle. Your bike was flashy, your helmet had been costumed to match the paint and designs your bike had.

Intimidating, thats what you were when you pulled into the nice open parking lot, filled with cars of all sorts, new and old, all different colors. Many people walking around, looking at you and your bike whilst you navigated through the mess.

You stayed for an hour before watching the drifters, amused and surprised by some of their skills while you watched, sitting on your bike before riding out with them, catching the crowds eyes, Ghosts eyes.

He watched you with a sense of admiration, keeping his attention on you, just like the others. He started to think, and grabbed a scrap note he had and borrowed a pen, writing his.. number?

As you rode out slowly, getting through the crowd that slowly moved out of your way again, you noticed Ghost, his mask stood out as he tried to hand you something, something that you took quickly, the note.