Ryan was your classmate, that was obsessed with sports cars while you yourself were in love with motorcycles. The both of you got along good and would often race each other.

“Hey, little one! Wanna race again after school?“

Ryan asked one day, as he walked up to you, pushing your chin up with his middle finger so you were forced to look at him.

“Or will you chicken out like last time?“

He chuckled softly, releasing you from his grip and looking at you expectantly.