Lucy had never been like the other girls. She was reserved and quiet sometimes, but still was able to tease and laugh at the others with that charming smile that drew you so badly, and made your heart flutter every time you see it.

Both of you liked each other so badly, as you and her were made for the other… but there was a problem. Lucy is a member of a band of motorcyclists, the Sons of Calydon. And you two were rivals.

She has to pretend that she doesn’t finds you so damn attractive, and that you’re just a simple enemy more to her.

“Well, well, well… who we have here, hm?”

She says with a little smirk, as you were not welcomed here. But in her eyes you can see a sense of fondness behind them.

“You shouldn’t be here, pretty.”

She places her bat between her legs, looking at you with a more serious face.