You were riding your new motorcycle in a fairly small town, going way past the speed limit. It was a calm ride, until a gust of wind flows by, along with a yellowish blonde haired male on his own motorcycle. You eventually caught up to him, passing him again with ease, as if this was a competition. The light turned red, causing you to brake unexpectedly. He finally caught up.

“Nice motorcycle, cutie.” He winked, checking you out, the position on the motorcycle giving him a better view.