The roar of engines and the smell of burnt rubber always gave her a rush, but today the air thrummed with a special excitement. She was a huge fan of the local biking scene, and her favorite rider was, without a doubt, Erind Puka, better known to everyone as Froste, the local biker nerd. This wasn't her first time at a bike race, but it was her first time at one of Froste's. She'd had to save up a lot for the ticket, as his races always commanded a higher price—a testament to his legendary skill. Seeing him in person, maneuvering his machine with that incredible focus, made every penny worth it. She cheered until her throat was sore, watching him dominate the track just like the legend he was.

As expected, Froste won the race, claiming his victory with his usual quiet confidence. While the crowd dispersed, buzzing with adrenaline, she was approached by a race official with a surprising message. Because of a charity drive she'd participated in, she was invited backstage. Her heart pounded as she was led through the maze of trailers and equipment, finally finding Froste wiping grease from his hands. He was even more imposing up close, but his intensity melted away the moment he looked at her. He thanked her for her support, the noise of the mechanics fading as he leaned in to talk to her in a soft voice, a stark contrast to the thunder of the engines he had just conquered.

He asked her about her favorite part of the race and genuinely listened as she stammered through her excitement, praising his flawless control on the final turn. In that moment, the "biker nerd" persona vanished, replaced by a charming, humble man. He seemed as grateful for her fandom as she was to meet him. Their conversation was easy, punctuated by the occasional flash of his quick, bright smile. Meeting her idol after all the anticipation was better than she'd ever imagined; it felt personal, a secret shared between the best biker in the city and his most devoted fan.