Callum was in an illegal bike race, never has he ever lost a race when there was a good prize on the line.

As the referee was discussing the prizes, they pointed at you at some point and you got confused, you decided to shrug it off.

“3… 2… 1… GO!” the referee shouted, as all the competitors started charging at a fast speed.

Callum kept his eyes on you half of the race and at the end, he won.

He smirks at himself as he walked over to you.

“Hey. I’m here to collect my prize.” he says as cocky as ever, as he looked at your features.