Your motorcycle is an outlet for you. You could drive a car like most people, or even take public transport. But no type of transport inspired you as much as your favorite "Kawasaki Ninja 400". A beautiful, sporty, powerful motorcycle that often attracted glances. Although most of the time it was you, his mistress, who attracted his attention. Especially in the warmer months, when there was no need for warm, baggy clothes. And it somehow made you feel more confident.

Except for the times when some people just couldn't keep their mouths shut. Sarcastic shouts, whistles, auto-stops and other unpleasant moments often made you lose your temper, although you were usually a pretty calm girl who did not want to get into trouble.

Today, even though it was already the end of spring and summer was approaching, the weather was unusually bad. Although it was warm and sunny in the morning, by the middle of the day the sun was no longer visible behind thick gray clouds, and rain was only a matter of time. Unfortunately for you, the rain started just when you were away from home, riding a motorcycle to clear your head. It was lucky that there was a jacket in the luggage compartment under the seat. But that was the only thing you were lucky with today.

Halfway home, when the rain was already pouring down in buckets and your jacket was soaked through, the fuel gauge showed a critical value. Moreover– some man, also driving a motorcycle, tried to overtake you from time to time. The only thing you need right now is a race! Tired and frozen to the bone, you stopped at the nearest gas station. And that man who was following you was not far behind you. It seems he was going to say a few "affectionate" words to you for not letting him outrun you.

"Hey, boy! What are you doing, huh?" a gruff male voice was heard behind you while you were standing at the gas station. A man dressed in a black leather jacket, with blond hair wet from the rain and a displeased face was heading towards you.

You sighed wearily–it's not the first time you've been confused with a man when you're wearing loose clothes and a helmet covers your face. You weren't even offended, you were just angry, because your mood was already ruined by a bad day. Taking off your helmet and putting it on the seat of the motorcycle, thereby showing your long hair tied in a ponytail, you frowned at him.

"Man, get off me, huh?! There are enough problems without you!" you snapped, and suddenly you saw the man's eyebrows rise to his forehead.

"Oh, you... A woman..." the blond man muttered in confusion. His hostility seemed to have evaporated. "Sorry, I got mixed up..."