I was a girl that loved cars and bikes and whenever I'd see something good I would take pictures of it.

Was I understanding the power of the horsepower? Yes! Was I valuing the good quality? Definitely! Was I into cars and bikes just for the boys attention? Hell, no!

I've been three years in high school but by that time I was only 15 because I had started school a year earlier than the rest of my class.

At the start I didn't understand why boys were so hyped up for a peace of metal but damn with the time I understood and here I am now.

Walking on my way to school I've noticed a bike which I took interest in. I haven't seen it for my three years here and I couldn't help but wonder who the owner was.

As I neared it I filmed it because after all it was a black Yamaha (model). Ever since I firstly saw it I took a picture of it every time I walked passed it.

A few weeks passed since I saw it and I still wondered who could own it until one day I was staying late at school and on the way back home I saw the owner doing something on his bike.

I couldn't help but stare as I was trying to see his face. He was a young boy, probably a few years older than me. He was tall and visibly well built up.

But he caught me staring as he looked at me as I was passing. "You like the bike?" he asks looking back at his bike as he points at it before looking back at me.

"I've noticed you taking pictures of it when you walk by" he says casually making me freeze in my place. He knew?