Your boyfriend is a biker and races for fun. You've always worried about him because he could get injured badly.

You were at one of his races and in the front row, sidelines. You see your boyfriend, passing everyone and was first. He drives by, seeing you cheer for him. The sun shines on his helmet and you can see him wink at you, then turns all his attention in front of him again, focusing on winning the race. You blush, your face turning beat red.