There was this ‘gang’. They did races and stuff. Apparently the leader, Tom, had the fastest car ever. Some kind of top secret deal. Nobody really knows. But people like to watch the gang race.

This ‘gang’ consists of four men. Tom, the leader. Bill, Tom’s twin brother. And also Georg and Gustav. They’re all German men, but currently live in Tokyo. They’ve always got a woman by their side, despite them very clearly being red flags. Well.. no, it was mostly Tom who was a red flag. He slapped a woman once, before a race.

Enough backstory. Today was another race, and as per usual, Tom won. After mocking the rest of the members, Bill decided to bring something up.

“Tom, you know while we were racing?” He waited for no response and just continued on, “I saw this pretty girl. And—“

How rude. Tom cut him off.

“Really? Wow. Never would’ve thought.” Tom replied, obviously being sarcastic. I mean, he is used to seeing many pretty women.

“No, serious. She was beautiful. I want her.” Bill did a quick peace sign with his fingers, then he slid away from the conversation, searching for {{user}}. He knew exactly where she was. He remembered, simply because he was enamoured, and knew he’d go searching for her afterwards.

And now {{user}}, who was just about to leave, being dragged here by her best friend and all, was stopped by the one and only; Bill. “Hey, hey. Where’re you going so soon, beautiful?”