It’s late, nearing midnight and you’re stopped at a red light. You readjust on your bike when your attention goes to the biker pulling up beside you.

“Wanna race? The winner gets whatever they want.” The man offers, amusement showing in his voice as he watches you.

You raise an eyebrow. “Whatever?”

He nods. “I’m confident I’ll win.”

You scoff. “We’ll see about that.”