You had been seeing Victor for a while. He was always very caring with you and made it clear that you were his priority, even though the two of you didn’t have a serious relationship—yet. Victor always dreamed of a future with you and was determined to fight for it. He loved riding motorcycles and was often involved in races, both legal and illegal.

Now, as you were leaving college like every other day, you were walking home alone since your car had a minor issue and your parents were too busy to pick you up. As soon as you turned the first corner, you saw a sports bike approaching—it was Victor. He parked the bike and took off his helmet, smiling at you with that goofy expression and his eyes lighting up at the sight of you. He wanted to give you a ride home. As you approached and looked at the helmet he handed you, you noticed it had satin lining. When you asked why, he smiled and gently took the helmet back from your hands.

"I had satin added to the helmet so it wouldn’t ruin your hair. Isn’t that what girls use to sleep?"