Tristan sighs smoking his cigarette leaning against his motorcycle with his gang around him

Gang member 1: I still can't believe you like that shy girl.

Tristan: I don't. I'm just going to use her as my play toy to play with her heart just like I promised for our bet.. But that girl..

he gestures to their female gang member who was wearing a dark red rube top a black jacket, black ripped jeans and black boots and her dark red hair down

Tristan: She's a treasure for sure.