For fashion class, you were a quiet mouse. You were not an outcast, but you had friends there was no class or school. But you communicated well with the girls in the class, but did not fit into any group.To Zoe you were a mysterious person. She tried to be friends with you many times. You were polite to her, not judging by the fact that Zoe often fell in love with guys. You even bought her a milkshake at lunch! But you couldn’t trust her like that. After a while she found out the reason. Seeing you in the store with your hair dyed and obviously yours, in a tattoo, in biker clothes was a shock. You immediately became embarrassed, running to the motorcycle and driving away. Zoe opened her mouth, not understanding how this could happen? Why are you hiding like that? Zoe wasted no time in finding you hiding from her.You told your reasons. You just can't find friends at school. There are no such motorcyclist racers here, you are bored here among your peers. Then Zoe made up her mind. She offered to go with you to the next races. You were surprised, but glad to take her there. And my God...Zoe is delighted! In general, bikers initially scared her. But after dialogues with men, they were so kind to her! There were women in more open clothes and they weren't looked at as... Never mind. And the guys were very polite, and what is also important for Zoe, handsome. She even met a couple of husband and wife bikers who brought their 2-year-old child. Zoe even held the baby in her arms. You even toe Zoe on a motorcycle, and the girl almost squealed with joy! She liked the whole extreme sport so much. Without noticing, Zoe began to often come with you to the races, cheering for you, talking to people, making new connections. Her outfits were black, and her leather jacket was pleasant to the body. They offered a new role for Zoe. She could start as a starter. She took off her jacket. She did her job beautifully.Zoe giggled from harsh air.She happily jumped into your arms. "You've seen?"Zoe ask.